stockholm syndrome (juliet/cindy) pg
title: stockholm syndrome
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): juliet/cindy
rating: pg
word count: 250
prompt: oxygen for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 26/30)
spoilers: general for most recent season
summary: this is how it happens in your head.
This is how it happens in your head:
She’s tells you she loves you under the stars, a blanket spread beneath her fanned, blonde tangles, radiating sunshine despite the darkness. She sweeps you off your feet, makes pretty pronouncements, her poised pink lips curling into loving smiles whenever you’re near. You live in your own little yellow house (you haven’t actually seen them, only heard whispers around campfires, canvas stretched over your head like skin webbed taut between your fingers, but you can imagine it as if it was a memory). You sleep tangled in each other every night.
You grow old together and die happy.
*
Instead you watch her from afar. She tosses her hair, shrugs a shoulder, wipes sweat from her flushed cheek with the back of her hand. She laughs at Zach and Emma’s antics effortlessly, like she has no idea your whole world is spinning tightly around her.
You need her like you need to breathe. Like a fish needs water.
You try not to think about your life before you’d met, visions of pushing carts down airplane aisles in your periphery, of plane crashes and Lord of the Flies. Of gravity and falling into something other than desperate love. It seems impossible; there couldn’t have been a time when she didn’t own you in every way.
*
This is how it actually goes:
She disappears. Arrival and departure. Betrays and reconciles and slips through the sands of time. You’re left behind.
(She’s still perfect.)