The Island

by Briar Prescott

It’s going to be the blueprint of my life. He leads. I follow. Because that’s it. That’s the day I meet Adrian Elias Olsen.

“It matters to me!” My eyes fly back to Adrian. “You matter to me,” he snaps.

“I love you,” I say. He won’t get it, but I have to say those words. Even if it’s just this once.

“Get me a crutch,” I say. He looks around, then back at me. “From Crutches R Us?”

“No, they wouldn’t have. I’m glad I kicked that soccer ball at your head all those years ago,” he says. “Yeah. Thank God you have a shitty aim, or it might have gone into the goal or something.” “There’s nothing wrong with my aim,” he scoffs. “That ball was meant to hit you. Admittedly, not in the face. I was aiming for the shoulder, and it would’ve hit just there, but you veered off course a bit.”

While we’re on this island, he’s mine.

A moment of weakness. What’s one more?

“I wouldn’t erase a single moment with you. Ever. They’re mine.”

“For me, it’s always been you. Just you. Always you.”

I’m Dylan’s Adrian, and the idea of being without you… When I think about my life, all I see is you.

“I sometimes think the only reason I was put on this earth is to love you.”