I kept on running and running until I reached another area, which was cornered off. Inside the tape about 15 meters away was the mangled plane. It was an eerie feeling, I'd never seen anything like it before. There were ambulances all over the place and groups of people huggled in groups fearing the worst. Every few minutes they'd bring out someone on a stretcher, everyone would rush over, only to see a lifeless face looking up at them. People were coming out dead not alive. While I'd been standing there 5 people had been brought out of the 100 seater plane, all dead, and it seemed to be carrying on in the same way. I couldn't bear to stand there being so hopeless. There were hardly any people trying to get bodies out, so I climbed under the tape, and ran towards the aircraft, I didn't get very far before someone came and stopped me, they yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get back."

"No," I responded sternly, I wasn't going to wait any longer. "You have to get Mark out, you have to, and if you're not, I will." I screamed uncontrollably, with tears streaming down my face. He must have sensed I wasn't going to give in, so he calmly led me to the plane, asking me if I knew where he'd be sitting, "Either business class or first class," I cried through my tears.

"Okay I'll go and see if anyone responds to that name, and if not I'll check wallets, Miss I must warn you there are a lot more casualties than survivors,"

"Yeah and they'll be even more if you don't get in there now," I angrily screamed back. I wasn't allowed to go in, I just had to stand there hoping with all my heart he'd be fine. After what seemed like an eternity he came back out looking tired and regretful. He motioned over for one of the ambulance crew to come over with a stretcher, and then turned and said to me, "I'm awfully sorry Miss."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," I screamed almost defining him and myself, "No, no, he can't be no," I said shaking my head with more tears than I ever realised was possible to produce. "No," I carried on. He said to the paramedic "just in on your left son," I turned around unable to comprehend what was happening. Mark was dead? No Shelly it wasn't a question an longer, it was a statement, he really was dead and it was all my fault. How could I ever live with myself? I looked over to the stretcher, being brought out, unable to imagine what he would look like. The shape of the body wasn't one I recognised though, I ran over and lifted up the cloth to reveal a man who must have been in his forties. It wasn't my Mark, there was still a chance. I ran back screaming, "That's not him, find my Mark, now, find him," the guy looked drained, and just let me through into the aircraft. It was a scene I'd never forget, there were mutilated bodies laying all over the place, they obviously weren't bringing them out yet, to let their families cling onto a little shredder of hope for just a few minutes longer. I turned to the left where the business class and first class passengers were. I carefully walked through feeling sick to the stomach about what I was seeing and who I might see next, there didn't seem to be any survivors. I couldn't see him anywhere in business class and just as I was walking through into the first class, I thought I heard a very faint, "Shelly," I turned round.

Was it my imagination or was it him? I shouted, "Mark, Mark is that you?" Looking round in every direction, still no sign of him. "Shelly," came his voice, undoubtedly his, and much stronger from the left. I looked over unable to locate him but started climbing over bodies to reach him, the worst was young children still clutching teddies, I was unable to stop crying. Through my misty eyes I was able to locate him crushed in the corner, looking dreadful, but alive nonetheless. I felt immense relief as I climbed over, dropping down to the floor beside him, looking at his wounds on his face.

"Why didn't you answer your name the first time round? I was so worried," I blubbed unable to stop touching him.

"I didn't think it was me they were looking for, I didn't think you'd come, I didn't think you cared." He said tears starting to well up in his eyes as well.

"Oh my God, Mark, I can't believe you thought that, I", this time it was his turn to cut me off before I said those 3 little words.

"Shelly, you see that woman over there," I looked over, she was dead. I nodded my head. "I was talking about you to her before we crashed, she said if it was true love then I should never give up. She was on her way home to see her boyfriend-look at her now Shelly, she's dead. That could have easily been me Shelly, I could be dead, someone's trying to tell us something Shelly, I'm practically the only survivor, please, I love you Shelly, I don't ever want us to be apart." He said it, he'd said those 3 little words with such sincerity, such feeling, he still wanted me after the way I had behaved. The tears kept on falling as I reached over and kissed him softly on the lips, before holding him in a tight embrace and saying those 3 little words back, "I love you too Mark," and inside I finally felt a whole person.