[TM] 309 - Forgotten
At night it wakes her up. A sudden need for air, a feeling of weight on her shoulders, and something heavy being in her hand. Force impact pressure that resonates through her bones, and puts a dull ache in her shoulder. It's there, it feels real, and then it's gone. A reassuring hand grips to her shoulder, trying to gently ease her from her nightmare. The press of his mouth to the back of her neck, warm and comforting, in his own way soothing the terror from a place she can't even fathom belongs.
Rolling over she presses her forehead to his clavicle, exhaling as his hand rubs against her back. It's a haunting feeling, one that sends a chill through her as she lays next to him. Pulling up closer, she feels the roughness of his stubble at her temple, and the care that his touch takes to be reassuring, since he knows she needs it.
Getting out of bed, brings the chill to her skin, quicker than she wants to feel it. Bare feet moving across the carpet, meeting to the cold tile in the bathroom. A dim blue cast coming from the night light, barely enough light to see by, but enough to find the faucet. The thought creeps up again in the back of her mind, and all she can think of is that she left the island. They left the island, and then somehow the island had left them. It had been there, then it was gone.
Aaron clutched to her chest, Jack's hand pressed to her back, and they watched the horizon for a while, before they all gave up.
Now her life felt like it was on a slow motion replay of events. Events that hadn't happened, events that she hadn't had to survive. All of them slipping in unawares, and each of them feeling more real than she was comfortable with. Cool water brings her temperature down, as she lets it run down her wrists and across her palms. Her head tilts down, staring at the drain, watching the water coil around the stainless steel. Jack comes up behind her, his hands lightly running down her arms, letting his chin rest atop her bowed head. Meeting his eyes in their shared reflection, he could see the worry her features held onto.
"We left them there, and maybe they left us too... but we can't just forget it happened, we shouldn't be pushing it further, and further back."
Her hand presses to the cool porcelain of the sink, gripping to it easily, as Jack leans against her lightly. A free hand reaches for his, feeling it resting on her shoulder. The dreams don't stop, they play in her mind, and they echo in her heart. Fingers slip beneath his hand, taking hold of it as she turns to face him. The edge of the sink presses to the middle of her rear, leaning against it as she looks up at him. She knows he thinks about it too, that there isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't wonder, what if it hadn't been her that went back with him.
Gazing up at him, her hand gave his a squeeze, "I don't regret leaving, but I regret leaving them all behind. We don't even know if they're safe, and every time I think that I'm settled here, that every time I'll be okay with not going back, that I'll forget the price they're paying. I don't want to forget, just because it makes it easier."
Leaning forward a bit, Jack presses a kiss to her forehead, leaving his mouth against her, his words murmuring, "So we won't forget."
Shutting her eyes she nodded, being pulled against his chest, and into his arms, not willing to just let go, because for the moment holding onto that fear was all she could remember for the moment.
Rolling over she presses her forehead to his clavicle, exhaling as his hand rubs against her back. It's a haunting feeling, one that sends a chill through her as she lays next to him. Pulling up closer, she feels the roughness of his stubble at her temple, and the care that his touch takes to be reassuring, since he knows she needs it.
Getting out of bed, brings the chill to her skin, quicker than she wants to feel it. Bare feet moving across the carpet, meeting to the cold tile in the bathroom. A dim blue cast coming from the night light, barely enough light to see by, but enough to find the faucet. The thought creeps up again in the back of her mind, and all she can think of is that she left the island. They left the island, and then somehow the island had left them. It had been there, then it was gone.
Aaron clutched to her chest, Jack's hand pressed to her back, and they watched the horizon for a while, before they all gave up.
Now her life felt like it was on a slow motion replay of events. Events that hadn't happened, events that she hadn't had to survive. All of them slipping in unawares, and each of them feeling more real than she was comfortable with. Cool water brings her temperature down, as she lets it run down her wrists and across her palms. Her head tilts down, staring at the drain, watching the water coil around the stainless steel. Jack comes up behind her, his hands lightly running down her arms, letting his chin rest atop her bowed head. Meeting his eyes in their shared reflection, he could see the worry her features held onto.
"We left them there, and maybe they left us too... but we can't just forget it happened, we shouldn't be pushing it further, and further back."
Her hand presses to the cool porcelain of the sink, gripping to it easily, as Jack leans against her lightly. A free hand reaches for his, feeling it resting on her shoulder. The dreams don't stop, they play in her mind, and they echo in her heart. Fingers slip beneath his hand, taking hold of it as she turns to face him. The edge of the sink presses to the middle of her rear, leaning against it as she looks up at him. She knows he thinks about it too, that there isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't wonder, what if it hadn't been her that went back with him.
Gazing up at him, her hand gave his a squeeze, "I don't regret leaving, but I regret leaving them all behind. We don't even know if they're safe, and every time I think that I'm settled here, that every time I'll be okay with not going back, that I'll forget the price they're paying. I don't want to forget, just because it makes it easier."
Leaning forward a bit, Jack presses a kiss to her forehead, leaving his mouth against her, his words murmuring, "So we won't forget."
Shutting her eyes she nodded, being pulled against his chest, and into his arms, not willing to just let go, because for the moment holding onto that fear was all she could remember for the moment.