#More than just the two of us full#

These glands include the pineal gland, pancreas, hypothalamus, ovaries, and others. 'The endocrine system is made up of glands that secrete hormones into the bloodstream. And, while much has changed in the way we interact with one another over the years, the need for physical affection has not.ДЄ 2013 study found that the act of hugging can change the levels in our endocrine system. It is one of our most basic requirements, along with food and water.

Humans are born with a desire for physical affection and are socialised to crave it. It is safe to say that enveloping our arms around the body is one of the most widely recognised forms of love. The only thing I could say at that huge helipad was, 'Just the two of us.'.Whether you're a kid who just sprained your knee, a 24-year-old going through a mid-life crisis, or a person over 60 looking to start a new inning in life. I hugged him back, pressing my chipped blue polish nails against his jacket. He stared at me with wide eyes and finally said, 'Promise we'll never be apart. Mike released me and asked if anyone else had survived, and I unfortunately had to tell him the harsh truth, followed by 'it's gonna be okay'. stronger than the one I had, or thought I had, with Josh. I could feel his warm tears on my shoulder and I felt something I've never felt with that hug. Even so, his sudden reaction was to hug me tight and cry. After a few seconds he shook his head and said out loud 'Jess?!', but when he saw me, I realized he was slightly disappointed. My hands softly ran over his face and I said 'Mike. It was difficult to get him out of the helicopter, so I held him, allowing him to lean on me and I took him outside. Later, and I have no idea how much time it took, we finally landed and were taken to the police station, where they wanted to interview us about what had happened.

#More than just the two of us full#

It was like he was out of order and I was working at full blast. We went through things that only we knew and survived losses that only we understood. I felt deeply sympathetic for him, sensing a strong connection and complicity. I wanted our connection to be merely physical rather than emotional. I slowly outstretched my hand to him and laced my fingers to his, but I didn't look at his face. It was as if his brain were getting so many flashes and memories that it crashed him like a bad computer so full of open tabs and softwares that just shuts down all of a sudden. I stared at him and he was paralyzed and stunned. They accepted my request at last, and went out through the tiny door, into the cockpit. And it looked like he wasn't even listening to them. They tried to ask some questions but I refused to answer. Anyway, after all the hard times we went through this was the okayest thing going on.ДЄfter they were done with that insane medical screening, they sat down in front of us. I could see in his eyes a feeling of pure despair, though his body was static. I just saw him quiet, staring off into the distance, while a person examined him like a guinea pig. I was so annoyed that I could only say 'I'm fine! I'm fine!', while he couldn't even say that. We sat side by side in the helicopter while two people tried to do brief and desperate examinations, like measuring our blood pressure, our temperature and check the injuries on our bodies. And let it be said that 'respect' was never his thing. And I pathetically said that he 'looked like hell'. I was the first to see his miserable condition. We shared moments we would never tell anyone. Connected by our remaining lives after all the others that were gone. Connected by the horrible things we had seen down there. He once told me that he's afraid of heights, but how could anyone be afraid in this scenario? I felt like he wanted to hold me as we left that damn place. Having three children gone must be so hard. But now, what is having a good time? I can't help but feel sorry for their parents. All of us would be living happily ever after and would be back there again next year to have a good time, as it always have been. I still can't believe they were able to do that with Hannah. I was in that cabin, he told me not to move a muscle, otherwise both of us would be dead. It might sound selfish, but I have the right not to want to suffer with the memories. I would give anything to move on with my life as if all that stuff had never happened. And I'd give anything to forget I have ever been there. The heat coming from the flames warmed me in a way I would never want to be warmed. The fiery orange light coming from the cabin nearly blinded me and the strong smell of burning wood and smoke made me cough and have a severe headache. The giant burning cabin had a horrifying yet fantastic view.