[oom: Victoria Cays, Recovering ]

May 03, 2010 17:50

Fiona convinced him to come back to the island for the jacuzzi if nothing else.  Mostly she just wanted to get out of that stuffy little room where they kept stepping on each other all day.

She hasn't slept well since he got injured.  She's beginning to realise just how much she relies on him to wear her out so she can sleep.  She goes running before dawn, and stops to watch the sun come up, sitting on the few feet of dunes looking out over eastern approach to the island.

Her thoughts run to all ends of the world and back again.  Trying not to think about his younger self and his bride (You can't hurt my son.) (He was taken...  we found his body the next day).  Trying not to think about Ramon.  The heroin use still haunts her.  And his casual admission the other day in the kitchen had cut a little deeper than she'd thought at first. Not 'I miss touching you.'  No, just 'I miss sex.'  Like anybody in the world would do.  (How can you love two people at once?) And trying not think about Michael and how even when she reaches out to him, they fight. (He'll kill you, Fi.)

If only it was so simple.

She thinks she should go back in soon.  He'll be missing her.  In just another few minutes.  The sunrise is really breath taking.

oom, ramon

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