Let's call this therapy, k?
Title: Alphabet Soup (Part 2/8)
Characters: Kate, Kate/Jack
Summary: A series of drabbles. Kate’s POV. Post The End. Part 1
Dust
She shuts her eyes tight and blows away the dust that had collected on the little box she’d hidden months ago in her top dresser drawer. Everything in the house was buried under a thick layer of dust but this little box is the first thing she goes to. She brushes it twice with the palm of her hand before she opens it. She reaches for the envelop sitting in the corner and pulls it out, her ring. She smiles for the first time in weeks as she puts it on, welcoming back the familiar weight on her finger.
Escape
She goes down to the beach to escape. She goes to a secluded beach they had discovered together one Sunday morning. She takes off her shoes and stand at the edge of the water. She sinks away, sinks to the island. She closes her eyes and remembers all the times they sank together. For a moment she feels him next to her, feels her hand brush his and his fingers interlocking with hers. She imagines he is doing the same, wherever he is, at the same moment she is. She lets the ocean breeze fill her chest and she knows they will sink together again, someday, somehow.
Fear
It is an odd kind of fears that creeps upon her at the strangest moments; when she is walking down the supermarket aisle and finds herself wondering, not sure, which shaving cream he preferred. It stops her in her tracks. She stands, holding a box in each hand with tears streaming down her face. She fears she is letting the memories slip away, like soft grains of sand through her fingers. She feels like she is losing him all over again, and this scares her more than anything else in the world.
Characters: Kate, Kate/Jack
Summary: A series of drabbles. Kate’s POV. Post The End. Part 1
Dust
She shuts her eyes tight and blows away the dust that had collected on the little box she’d hidden months ago in her top dresser drawer. Everything in the house was buried under a thick layer of dust but this little box is the first thing she goes to. She brushes it twice with the palm of her hand before she opens it. She reaches for the envelop sitting in the corner and pulls it out, her ring. She smiles for the first time in weeks as she puts it on, welcoming back the familiar weight on her finger.
Escape
She goes down to the beach to escape. She goes to a secluded beach they had discovered together one Sunday morning. She takes off her shoes and stand at the edge of the water. She sinks away, sinks to the island. She closes her eyes and remembers all the times they sank together. For a moment she feels him next to her, feels her hand brush his and his fingers interlocking with hers. She imagines he is doing the same, wherever he is, at the same moment she is. She lets the ocean breeze fill her chest and she knows they will sink together again, someday, somehow.
Fear
It is an odd kind of fears that creeps upon her at the strangest moments; when she is walking down the supermarket aisle and finds herself wondering, not sure, which shaving cream he preferred. It stops her in her tracks. She stands, holding a box in each hand with tears streaming down her face. She fears she is letting the memories slip away, like soft grains of sand through her fingers. She feels like she is losing him all over again, and this scares her more than anything else in the world.