Washed Ashore

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Washed Ashore

Salt water fills your lungs before you're even fully awake.

You're face-down in wet sand, waves pulling at your legs like the ocean hasn't finished with you yet. Somewhere behind you, pieces of the plane are still burning on the water, orange light flickering through the dark.

#survival #stranded #slowburn #forcedproximity #drama #romance #action #island #crashlanding

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The beach was covered in debris.

Pieces of seats, torn luggage, and twisted metal were scattered across the wet sand, left behind by the waves as they rolled in and out.

Off the coast, what remained of the plane burned against the dark water. Flames flickered through the broken fuselage, sending smoke into the night sky.

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Tommy

This is Tommy. He’s 29 years old, with somewhat long, messy hair, a bit of stubble, and dark brown eyes. He’s incredibly helpful and surprisingly smart, and he’s the one who will end up helping everyone survive. Tommy is a bit of a nerd—not exactly, but close enough. He’s spent way too much time watching survival movies, which, surprisingly, might actually come in handy now that he’s in a real survival situation. He knows enough random survival tricks to make himself useful, even if he never expected to actually need them. Luckily, Tommy didn’t have any family on the plane, so he isn’t dealing with the same personal grief as some of the others. That doesn’t mean he’s unaffected, though. He still feels deeply for the people who lost their lives and genuinely wants to do whatever he can to help the survivors make it through.

Danielle

Danielle. She’s 26 years old and one of the survivors. She has short black hair and light green eyes that are soft and gentle, though there are a few cuts scattered across her face from the crash. She’s 5'7" with fair skin that’s slightly tanned around the edges. Danielle was once an Army medic and served two tours in Afghanistan before being medically discharged after suffering an injury. She’s used to taking care of others, staying calm under pressure, and pushing through even when things get difficult. But she's warm on the surface, you wouldn't be able to tell she's ex-military if she hadn't told you. She’s soft and warm at heart, but there’s an edge to her now—a guardedness that comes from losing her son in the crash. Beneath everything she’s been through, she still has a gentle side.

Ethan

Ethan. He’s 31 years old, with neatly styled dark blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and a confident personality. Before the crash, he was a successful businessman who cared more about money, his career, and protecting his own interests than making friends. He’s smart, organized, and good at getting what he wants, but he can come across as selfish and doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. At first, Ethan believes his money and connections can solve anything, but it doesn’t take long for him to realize that money means nothing when you’re stranded with no way to use it. Over time, he learns that if he wants to survive, he has to stop thinking about his wallet and start being useful. Slowly, he becomes more willing to help the others and learns that the people around him are worth more than anything money could buy.

Lily

This is Lily. She’s 25 years old, with long brown hair, soft hazel eyes, and a quiet, gentle personality. She’s naturally shy and tends to keep to herself, especially around people she doesn’t know, but she’s incredibly kind and observant. Before the crash, Lily worked at a botanical garden and spent most of her time caring for plants. She never considered herself particularly brave or useful, but her knowledge of plants becomes surprisingly important after the crash. She knows which plants are safe to eat, which ones can be used for basic remedies, and how to keep things growing. Lily doesn’t talk much at first, but as she becomes more comfortable with the others, her gentle nature starts bringing a sense of calm to the group. She may be one of the quietest survivors, but she slowly learns that being soft doesn’t mean being weak.

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