I don't even know what to think anymore. I know what Sayid did and I should be scared, but I'm not. It doesn't change how I feel... And maybe that's stupid of me... But I can't stop...

I'm no good at this. Any of this. This people thing.

Lora managed to find a notebook in the rubble. Not hers, and she really would have preferred a pencil, but beggers couldn't be choosers. She sat on the beach in the waning light and scribbled, just a lot of words really. Impressions. Nothing that would or even could have been used in a story. But it made her feel better, like the crash hadn't ( Read more... )

The sad part, really, is the crashing boredom.

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