3) Done

This can't be my fault. 

I think about it, stunned. 

I ate that fruit too, and I don't have anything, they can't be poisonous. 

It could just be that he's allergic. And what do I do then? 

-Michael! 

I exclaimed, running beside him, even though I didn't know what to do or how to help him. 

I stare at him with my mouth open and run my hands over his chest. 

I can't think of any solution, and look at his face. Eyes closed, face in pain and open mouth trying to breathe. His hands don't leave his throat. 

How's that first aid going? Or Heimlich... 

I tried to remember, but due to the pressure, I'm not succeeding.

Nothing, I can't do more harm. 

I folded my hands and began to squeeze into his chest. 

As I try to save him, suddenly, laughter echoes from nowhere.

Leaving me confused and surprised.

We should be alone here.

Directing my gaze to Michael's face, I find him laughing.

He deceived me!

-Idiot.

I say angrily, gently hitting him on the shoulder.

-Hey, who'd have thought you'd be worried about me?

He says this, still laughing.

-I can't stand you, but that doesn't mean that I want to see you dead. At least not here, where I would be left alone.

-And we come back with the news that shocked the world.

-The yacht that exploded has, for the moment, no survivors. 

-What we know at the moment is that the police are using video surveillance and social media to make a list of those who were on board.

-Among those, we learn, is the model of the competition and the son of Stone Design's biggest rivals, Michael Sutton.

-Hey! Don't drink everything. We need to be careful...

I warn him, seeing how carelessly he drinks coconut.

-With what?

-We don't know where we are, how far we are, or how long we are going to be here. That tree is not going to pop a new coco every time we take one.

He looked at me with a frown and his mouth practically open, so I asked:

-What?

-You know too much about this.

-I won't lie and say that I didn't imagine being in a place like this.

-You? Who would do that?

-You want to say that you never imagined yourself on a secluded island? 

-Famous do that.

I say it with a shrug.

-And that was also the answer that I would give in the contest for Miss. Leaving people on a deserted island would teach them what is really important. And I hope that with that, they would not have the arch to fight.

-I need to say originality is on top, but no one would be happy with that decision.

-And with war, they are?

-Why are we talking about that in the middle of nowhere?

-I only answered your question.

-And I would never imagine your answer.

-I'm not that shallow, as you see me.

I say, looking at the distance.

-Night is coming.

-Really? I wouldn't know if you didn't say.

I faked being surprised, adding sarcasm.

-How are we going to sleep?

-Like this morning. If nothing else, we are not going to get burned on the moon.

-Princess Genesis is willingly going to sleep on the sand, in the open.

-You know what?

I say angry, getting up.

Even in moments like this, he can't put aside his provocations.

-I'm not talking to you anymore.

-Better.

Michael answers with the same angry tone.

I drew a line between where he was sitting and where I was.

-We are over.

I say, lying on my side, giving him the back.

He thinks I'm some fool who he can play, and now he is going to see. I'm not going to say one word to him anymore, not even if I die here. 

We are on our own from now on.