[ooc: After This]

It's dark in the room and he can just barely make out her figure, but he doesn't need to see her, he knows every curve of her body like that back of his hand. He's naked and sitting in an arm chair near the bed, watching her as she sleeps.

He's waiting for her to get up and dress and leave.

Just like she always does.

He is sitting on the beach, staring out at the ocean. He is trying to distract himself somehow. It's not working. He keeps thinking about her.

He pulls his knees tighter to his chest.

Fuck.

The room is dark and cold and he won't turn on the light because it hurts his eyes. He hasn't been crying, no. He can't remember the last time he's cried since the age of six ( Read more... )

The streets are crowded, loud and dirty. There are red plastic cups and empty bottles of beer-some broken-littering the crowded streets. The glass crunches under her heels and his shoes as they stumble through the mob of people. She’s had too much to drink, but then again, so has he ( Read more... )

He is lying on his bed and replaying the kiss over and over in his head. He closes his eyes and thinks of the way Shannon's lips felt. They felt just like they did in Sydney--better, even; she wasn't plastered this time.

He wonders what she is doing now.

Gacked from comma_sticks

I want you tell me how I'm doing with my characters. What am I doing right? What am I screwing up? What do I need to stop doing? What do you want me to start doing? Anything at all.

Leaves and sticks are not comfortable. Do not be fooled. They don't compare to the soft bed and warm blankets. The firm pillows and cotton sheets of his bed at the bar. Why did he come back. He should have just let Locke go by himself. Why couldn't Locke have stayed ( Read more... )

It's the first hot shower he's had since the day morning of the plane crash. He washes off the mud and the sand and the dirt and some dried blood from small nicks and cuts he got from wandering around the jungles with Locke ( Read more... )

He had seen Sawyer grab some of his things and head off in the jungle. He hadn't seen several of the others for days and thought maybe they had moved camp without saying anything. Was Shannon there too?

Only one way to find out.He follows the trail Sawyer left--working with Locke has really paid off--and, after a few hours searching, manages to ( Read more... )