The Impossible

I found Oliver in the makeshift infirmary, sitting on the edge of a cot. He rubbed a towel through his damp hair. 

His shoulders were slumped, and he seemed exhausted, but when he looked up and saw me, something in his expression softened. 

He seemed happy, excited, and relieved to see me all at the same time. 

"Hey," he said, his voice low and rough.

I tried my best to suppress my sobs but failed miserably. I rushed forward, throwing my arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate and wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug that made my chest ache.

"You absolute dumbass," I whispered into his shoulder. "Why would you go after me? You could've gotten yourself killed."

"You ran," Oliver muttered against my hair. "You ran, Hailey. What was I supposed to do? Just let you disappear?"

I pulled back to look at him. As I looked at him I could see the dark circles under his eyes, the tension that lined his face.