unfinished fic dump 3
rusted firm, no lie
lost. after the finale, sun's conscious drifts between realities.
a/n: honestly not sure where this one was going? something deep and metaphysical i'm sure, lol
Can you map the path a soul takes from the open mouth of a corpse? Does it linger? Will it bloom and fade like the breaths of an Eskimo, or drop water-like into an ever leaking pool?
Tell me a story, a small child asks her nurse maid, tell me what happens after we die.
No one knows, jagiya. But some say a soul simply wanders, searching for a friendlier world, like a rabbit frightened from its den.
Sun will think of this for many nights, and then, gradually, will forget it.
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It’s dark and she’s cold. Her clothes are damp.
The world sharp and jagged and why is everything suddenly so quiet?
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
“Thank fuck,” Sawyer curses from her bedside, and she doesn’t recognize the lilt to his voice. Her brow tightens, confused. But then she remembers - Sawyer’s daddy’s truck swerving into the corn field, the brightness of her eyelids as her head hit the window…
Kate shushes him from her other side. “You can go back to sleep, Sun. It’ll all be better in the morning.”
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
The florescent bulbs sting her eyes. She blinks.
“Go back to sleep,” Jin murmurs softly in Korean, and she almost doesn’t understand the syllables. Almost. She remembers being shot with a sudden clarity, her fear for the baby. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
The sound fades as she opens her eyes to an abandoned stretch of beach, dawn arriving on a glittering wave. She coughs a mouthful of water into the sand beside her head.
Sleep, the trees whisper, and she does.
lost. after the finale, sun's conscious drifts between realities.
a/n: honestly not sure where this one was going? something deep and metaphysical i'm sure, lol
Can you map the path a soul takes from the open mouth of a corpse? Does it linger? Will it bloom and fade like the breaths of an Eskimo, or drop water-like into an ever leaking pool?
Tell me a story, a small child asks her nurse maid, tell me what happens after we die.
No one knows, jagiya. But some say a soul simply wanders, searching for a friendlier world, like a rabbit frightened from its den.
Sun will think of this for many nights, and then, gradually, will forget it.
o
It’s dark and she’s cold. Her clothes are damp.
The world sharp and jagged and why is everything suddenly so quiet?
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
“Thank fuck,” Sawyer curses from her bedside, and she doesn’t recognize the lilt to his voice. Her brow tightens, confused. But then she remembers - Sawyer’s daddy’s truck swerving into the corn field, the brightness of her eyelids as her head hit the window…
Kate shushes him from her other side. “You can go back to sleep, Sun. It’ll all be better in the morning.”
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
The florescent bulbs sting her eyes. She blinks.
“Go back to sleep,” Jin murmurs softly in Korean, and she almost doesn’t understand the syllables. Almost. She remembers being shot with a sudden clarity, her fear for the baby. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Sun wakes to the repetitive beeping of a heart monitor.
The sound fades as she opens her eyes to an abandoned stretch of beach, dawn arriving on a glittering wave. She coughs a mouthful of water into the sand beside her head.
Sleep, the trees whisper, and she does.