“…there are no known survivors”, those words kept repeating in his mind for days. All it meant was one thing: Arina was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.
She was gone. The only woman he had truly loved and who had loved him for him, not his fame or wealth.
She had held him, when he cried over his mother’s passing.
She had been his first call when he had made his big break.
As he saw the plane wreckage on television, he wept for his Arina and for all that could have been.