I got to know him, Finn that is. I wonder how... where... his parents... just everything about HIM.

"Um... Finn. Do you think that I might ever leave this island? Is it possible? Someone would come looking for me?" I asked.

"I mean... do you want them to? Do you like it here?" He suddenly looked at me, seriously.

I didn't know what to say. His green speckled eyes stared straight through my heart, like a knife stabbing into me, going right through. His piercing stare froze me on the spot. I've never seen him this way. Not that I've stayed here for that long, not that he had anyone to stare to when I hadn't been on this island. I loved it here, but I was worried about my mom,  where are they? I wondered what she was feeling right now. Is she in a helicopter? Flying over the ocean, looking for me, even though I haven't seen nor heard one yet. Maybe my dad had finally realized how much me and my mom might mean to him, maybe he has realized that he missed me and still wants to be a family. Maybe I was all over the news... how would I know, I'm on an island in the middle of nowhere, stuck with a boy who can barely remember.

"Emily?" He had broken the silence. 

"I miss them..." I suddenly felt the urge to just cry.

A tear had fallen out of the corner of my eye. My stomach hurt, there was a lump in my throats that I couldn't swallow. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. I tasted iron. My lip throbbed. My vision started getting blurrier and blurrier. I couldn't move my feet, my body wasn't listening to my brain, but to my heart. My body shaking vigorously. I suddenly felt warm arms swaddling me close. It was Finn.

We stayed in that position for... I don't know how long. I cried into his shoulder. I couldn't stop. I missed my mom so much. I missed her vanilla scented perfume. The grease covering her shirt. The burger scent at the end of the day. Her warm hugs and kisses. I lean into Finn, crying hard.

Finally, I stopped... I've cried all the tears out of me... all the water. I sniffled. Not knowing what to say. 

"Hey... Emily? You okay?" He asked gently.

"Umm... no... no, not really." I replied, honestly.

"I miss my parents too. But... you'll be fine. Someone will come looking for you, and then you'll be back to your normal life again." He said, pretending to be happy... but I could tell in his eyes that he was not.

"What about you?" I said wiping my tears from my cold cheeks.

"... I'll be fine. I've always been." He slowly said.

"Yeah... you'll survive." I laughed, punching him softly on the arm.

He chucked lightly.

He helped me up off my feet and walked off hand in hand outside onto the soft sand, leaving a trail off footprints in - printed in the sand behind us.