The Last Line

This is a short drama fiction and as always it has more than what meets the eye:

“Honey”, she said.
“Hmm..”
“Can that coconut fall on us?”

Everything that could have gone wrong, had gone wrong. Of course they had prepared for the worst but how do you find out the worst from the comforts of your living room? We mortals can only prepare for the worst that we can think of, not for the real worst that could happen. Even if we find it and prepare for it, what is the guarantee that we will be able to pull off the plan? Well that is life. Sometime it just takes the path it wants to take no matter how hard we try to lead it according to our desires.

It was their dream. They had dreamt it together. After a long five years of courtship Lvan had proposed Thalvia for marriage. They had a lot in common, including their passion for adventure. A life-death situation had brought these two strangers together. He had heard a voice calling for help while he was camping on the banks of a river. She had crashed on to a rock while rafting and she was bleeding profusely. Then, he had instinctively saved her. Their passion had brought them close and their passion had strongly united them. During their long dating period they had found out more commonalities between them. It was as though their destiny had planned all these details before sending them on earth.

Naturally they wanted to spend their first few married days differently, rather, they wanted to spend it on the edge. As per their request the day they got married they were sedated and taken to a forest by their adventure loving friends. They had left them in the forest with a map, knife, food, lighter, camping materials and water. The fail proof was an impermeable box with GPS and an SOS button. In case they weren’t able to find their way back home or in case they got into any danger all they had to do was to press that SOS button and they would be rescued.

Everything was hunky dory for first three days. They were able to follow the map pretty well and they were confident that they will be able to find their way back home. Then everything started to fall apart. While crossing a river Lvan had lost his back-pack due to strong currents. Unfortunately the SOS box was inside the bag that got washed away and he was hurt. They weren’t weighed down by this tragedy, after all they lived for experiencing this kind of situation. They kept following the map optimistically with the remaining provisions. However the reality caught up with them within two days after the tragedy. They were running low on provisions and their pace was hampered by Lvan’s injury. Slowly they begin to realise that neither of them will be able to get home if they continued like this.

Tonight they took shelter under a coconut tree. Lvan’s mind was full of thoughts. He just wanted to survive. He played with death all his life but when the time came for him to embrace it he wanted to escape from it. He knew that he was hurt, he knew that they were running out of provisions, he knew that it was possible for only one of them to get home with the remaining resources and he knew that Thalvia had better chances than him as she was uninjured. But he wanted to live even if it meant that he will have to kill Thalvia. After all he had saved her earlier, she would have died long ago if it was not for his timely rescue. And in forest no one would ever get to know about what he did to her.

“Honey”, she said.
“Hmm..”
“Can that coconut fall on us?”
“…”

His thoughts were interrupted. He suddenly realised how low he had stooped. No, it wasn’t love that changed his mind. Love was dead the moment he thought about killing her. It was far more simpler than love. It was the last line that separated humans from animals which stopped him from killing her. He decided to just walk away from her when she fell asleep and let her live.

After a while he felt it was time for him to leave her. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He opened his eyes. She was right on top of him and she was crying. He touched his stomach but he couldn’t identify if it was a coconut or a stone. He was quickly losing his consciousness. He tried to read her face. Was it shock or was it guilt? He could no longer differentiate between the two.

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