FM - May - Visceral
Claire knew something was up. She felt it. The way Charlie looked at her, the way he interacted with Aaron, the way he kissed her before he went on his mission to help them by flipping some switch in an underwater hatch. She could see it in Desmond’s eyes too. There was something they weren’t telling her. Something that deep down she knew.
Charlie wasn’t coming back.
But she still held on to hope. Fate right? Charlie always relied on fate. And he had Desmond with him. He would keep him from dying just like he’d done all the other times. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She had to. The reality was something she couldn’t face.
As they hiked up the hill, she couldn’t stop wondering if he was okay. When Hurley radioed from the beach, she couldn’t help herself from asking if Charlie had made it back yet. The tone in his voice was starting to bring that gut feeling closer to reality.
Onward they hiked, up the mountain to the radio tower. Out of nowhere, Aaron started crying and in her heart, Claire knew why. Charlie was dead. Aaron could feel it.
But still, she refused to believe.
Charlie wasn’t coming back.
But she still held on to hope. Fate right? Charlie always relied on fate. And he had Desmond with him. He would keep him from dying just like he’d done all the other times. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She had to. The reality was something she couldn’t face.
As they hiked up the hill, she couldn’t stop wondering if he was okay. When Hurley radioed from the beach, she couldn’t help herself from asking if Charlie had made it back yet. The tone in his voice was starting to bring that gut feeling closer to reality.
Onward they hiked, up the mountain to the radio tower. Out of nowhere, Aaron started crying and in her heart, Claire knew why. Charlie was dead. Aaron could feel it.
But still, she refused to believe.