I've been here, on my island, alone, for years. It's how I've always wanted it.
When I finally got here, I took apart the ship. I used the wood to build my cabin. I saved the lifeboat to putter around the island and go fishing.
I've been very happy on my island, all by myself, for the past fifteen years. I'm comfortable and safe. A typhoon every once in a while, but never anything too bad.
Tonight, I was sitting in my front room, reading Of Mice and Men for the 200th time. I stood up, and looked out the window.
Was I seeing something? Was that really a person, standing on my dock?
I thought I wanted solitude. I thought I'd been happy this whole time. But as I looked out, and saw another person for the first time in so long, I began to weep. Tears of joy, my heart overflowing. I would not be alone anymore.
