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[seekingmiracles]

I don't even realize what day it is until nearly the whole day is done. Near the end of my life, I barely talked to my parents. I didn't talked to anyone, actually, but that isn't the point. It's strange, now. After so long away from then, all I find myself wishing right now is I could make up for so many of the things I missed. I clouded myself

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[dammitjames]

"Don't you look all contemplative," James commented when he spotted Zia. At least, that was what he thought the name was and James was aces with names and faces even when he hadn't seen them in a while, thank you. It was too bad he couldn't get some names and faces out of his head. He'd just come out of the water, his salty-wet hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks. With his hand, he pressed it back, but a fat lot of good that did; it didn't matter much.

Somewhere near Zia were his glasses, laying on his t-shirt. He spotted the shirt just inches away and crouched down to retrieve it and his specs.

[seekingmiracles]

I hadn't even noticed him nearby until he was nearly right beside me. It's not hard to sort of let your mind wander off around here, I guess. I'm actually grateful it's a familiar face. It's probably not good if I get too focused on my thoughts.

"Just watching the sunset," I reply, shrugging a shoulder awkwardly. I didn't think I looked that distracted. "How's the water?"

[dammitjames]

The water was the same as it always was - warm, inviting, a way to pass the time. "Spectacular," he answered, somewhere between sarcastic and not. "How's the sunset?"

[seekingmiracles]

"Not bad," I reply. It's generally got more colors, but it seems a little muted this time around. "I live on the beach with my girlfriend, so I've seen a couple of better ones, actually."

[dammitjames]

"Oh yeah?" James pressed his glasses back onto his face and sat in the sand next to Zia, leaning back against his elbows. The breeze was good, but it was always good, and just good got just old after a while. "I didn't know you had you a bird."

[seekingmiracles]

"Her name is Mikal," I reply, and it's probably the first time in a little while my head's off what I was thinking about before. "She's from where I'm from."

Technically she is, anyway. It was too complicated for me to explain, so I'm fine with sticking with that.

[dammitjames]

"That certainly helps," James swept his fingers through his damp hair, already sticking out as the breeze started to dry it. He didn't ask where Zia was from, since he was clearly American and probably from where most everyone else was - L.A. or New York or some small town he'd never heard of and didn't care about.

"Was she here when you got here?" he asked. He had a specific reason for doing so, one that made his chest hurt a bit. He ignored it.

[seekingmiracles]

"No, I was here first," I reply. After a while, I sort of gave up on her showing up. It's not like it's much different from how it'd have been if I wasn't on this island. "She didn't show up until six months after. I never really thought I'd see her again."

[dammitjames]

Over time, James had begun to give up hope that he'd ever see Lily again, that he'd ever hear her laugh or see her hair in the sun, but he still hadn't all the way. It was impossible for James to ever admit that she might not show up, but he also realized that this place did to people what they feared most.

"I have a bird back home," he admitted, finally moving his gaze to Zia. Have. Not had. Never had.

[seekingmiracles]

The back home part makes me have a feeling she's not here. I can't say I even can guess how he's feeling, since I'd lost Mikal anyway. It's not like her being here when I showed up would be what I'd have at home. I have a feeling that made things a little easier to accept.

"What's her name?" I ask, after falling silent for a few brief moments. I'm never good with this kind of conversation. I just sort of figure I'll go along with what I'd want to hear back when I was in the position. Hearing people say Mikal might come one ay never really helped me.

[dammitjames]

"Lily." He wasn't about to go into detail about anything, about how he'd arrived here with his best man the day he was supposed to marry her. How she was the only thing, besides magic, he missed. Yes, he missed Remus, but with nothing that ached quite that way.

"I hope she doesn't get dropped here," he added. Shockingly enough, it wasn't for selfish reasons. It was because she didn't deserve to be thrown into the this place where there was no magic, hardly any fun, and nothing but confusion.

[seekingmiracles]

It's probably selfish of me that I kept hoping Mikal would show up. It was in one prison and into another for her, even though she doesn't know, still, that she got out of the first one. I keep thinking of telling her about it, explaining what I know, but it all ends up in me deciding against it. She'll be upset if she knows the truth. I don't want her to hate this place.

"I always felt bad I wanted her here. I mean, she doesn't mind this place, which is good, but..." I start, then trail off, shaking my head. I'm not even sure why I'm telling him this. I guess it's just been weighing on my conscience for too long. "But I think she'd have a better life back home, and she doesn't even know it."

[dammitjames]

"Where's home anyway?" James asked, straying away from the subject of Lily. Holding on to the hope that he'd disappear from the island, knowing what he did now, killing Peter, and taking his wife to yet another remote location was dangerous, but somehow comforting at times.

[seekingmiracles]

There's not really a good answer to that. I know how I got there, but that's about it. Talking about how I got there isn't anything I like going into, either.

"It's sort of complicated," I admit, knowing that's a cop out. It is the easiest way to explain it, though. I'm not really sure what to call it, anyway. "Originally I'm from New Jersey, though. In America."