Take my photo off the wall if it just won't sing for you
Title: Small Comforts
Fandom:Lost
Characters: Shannon/Boone...of sorts
Rating: G
Prompt: 22. Once upon a time... (~you are never here for once)
Written For:30_angsts
Even when Shannon wasn’t around, there were always little things that reminded Boone that she would never be far from his thoughts. There was always the scent of her shampoo on his pillows, a pint of mint chocolate chip in the freezer, some miscellaneous piece of clothing she had left at his apartment…
These things were always sort of reassuring.
Whenever she went off on a trip to god knows where, or got yet another prize of a boyfriend, the things she left behind reminded him that she wouldn’t be gone for long.
But then, she went to France, and everything changed. He was used to her being gone for weeks, months even, but a year was just too long, too much to take.
He’d found someone else. Someone who went on adventures, but took him with her.
The vanilla sent on his pillows was quickly changed with something vaguely citrus, mint chocolate chip kisses soon replaced by kisses with the slight aftertaste of gummy bears.
But the loss of these things, Shannon’s things, didn’t bother him, and that was probably the saddest thing of all.
Fandom:Lost
Characters: Shannon/Boone...of sorts
Rating: G
Prompt: 22. Once upon a time... (~you are never here for once)
Written For:30_angsts
Even when Shannon wasn’t around, there were always little things that reminded Boone that she would never be far from his thoughts. There was always the scent of her shampoo on his pillows, a pint of mint chocolate chip in the freezer, some miscellaneous piece of clothing she had left at his apartment…
These things were always sort of reassuring.
Whenever she went off on a trip to god knows where, or got yet another prize of a boyfriend, the things she left behind reminded him that she wouldn’t be gone for long.
But then, she went to France, and everything changed. He was used to her being gone for weeks, months even, but a year was just too long, too much to take.
He’d found someone else. Someone who went on adventures, but took him with her.
The vanilla sent on his pillows was quickly changed with something vaguely citrus, mint chocolate chip kisses soon replaced by kisses with the slight aftertaste of gummy bears.
But the loss of these things, Shannon’s things, didn’t bother him, and that was probably the saddest thing of all.