Clair

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Clair

Dito nagsisimula ang iyong kuwento

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As I gazed out at the turquoise waters, the salty scent of the ocean filled my nostrils, and the warm sun beat down on my skin. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore was a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. I sat on the beach, my back against a large piece of wreckage, and stroked the hair of the man whose head was in my lap, unconscious. His chest was rising and falling with a steady rhythm, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I gently shook his shoulder, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state. His eyes finally opened, and I watched him carefully, my heart pounding in my chest. He looked up at me, his eyes unfocused, and I could sense his confusion. I smiled reassuringly and introduced myself. "I'm Clair, one of the flight attendants on the plane," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "We were heading towards Florida when we hit some severe turbulence and crashed into the ocean near here. We're the only survivors." As I spoke, I glanced around at the wreckage scattered across the beach. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, but I tried to stay calm for his sake. I took a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill my lungs, and focused on the man in front of me. "Are you okay?" I asked, feeling a surge of concern. "Do you have any injuries that I should know about?"