[ WP ] [ WP ] A young couple and older man are stranded on a deserted island . The older man agreed to kill himself so as to provide nourishment for the couple and give them a chance of surviving long enough for rescue . The older man is now having second thoughts ...

I can feel them following me, feel them closing in. I'll never see my Dorothy's face again, never even set a foot off this island. A surge of pain fills my chest, and I fall to my knees. 
 I remember the look on Dorothy's face...the worry. She had not wanted me to make the trip. `` Wait a couple weeks,'' she'd said. Like the old fool I was, I insisted I felt up for the sixteen hour flight. I was far from capable, or ready. 
 I had been unprepared for the turbulence that struck, and the mass paranoia and panic that ensued. A shudder runs through me, as I think of fellow passengers that had blindly thrown themselves from the plane. I had been frozen in place, a spectator...feebly clutching my seat cushion. The warped sound of impact...still echoes in my head. My hearing, even at 58, had not missed all the screaming, the prayers, and the tearful goodbyes. I suppose I passed out...likely flew through the air, as my body was a canvas of multiple bruising. By some miracle, I survived the crash and floated to this god-forsaken island. A miserable excuse for an island, really...barely a half mile in diameter, flat, grassy terrain. Two days passed, and I spent both roaming the beach, for salvageable wreckage. I saw them, the third day. 
 Lacey and Trevor were such a nice couple, enthusiastic from the start...just happy to be alive, and completely optimistic. A few months, with a food scarcity, will certainly change your perspective. Neither were the `` outdoorsy'' type. They did not know how to fish, forage, or even start a fire. They were eager to learn, but appeared burnt out, quickly. The vegetation itself so scarce, little animal life seemed to exist on the island, and fish appeared, altogether, to avoid the surrounding water. The few minnows we caught hardly staunched our appetites. After weeks, tension ran high. 
 Having once again retired on an empty belly, I heard them conversing in hushed tones. I rolled over, to my good side, to better hear their conversation. Trevor's proposal did not shock me. I could see the desperation on his face, as each day provided so little sustenance. Lacey's adamant refusal and disgust, is perhaps the reason I felt obligated to make the ultimate sacrifice. When morning approached, I asked them to eat me. 
 Tears had come to Lacey's eyes when I made my offer. She begged that I wait four more days. I wish I had not agreed to do so. As each day passed, I thought about the life I had yet to live, the goals/dreams I would leave unaccomplished...my darling wife. I could n't do it, and so I had run. They are so timid, so unsure of their surroundings...but they will soon realize just how small their surroundings truly are. Likely just a matter of minutes now, and they will come for me. The body they so desperately need, has nothing more to give me. Spent, I can go on no longer, and so I lay crying on the dirt. I wake up, and night has fallen. How many hours have I been here? Still waiting. Morning comes, and as each hour passes I am more resigned. Under the noonday heat, I slowly drag myself to my feet, and I stumble back towards the camp. Let them put me from my misery. 
 In a hoarse voice, I call out on the outskirts of the camp. There is no reply. Then I see them. They're asleep. Disbelief and anger fill me as I yell at them, begging them to kill me. Then, I see the berries.
