[for greg]
Mar. 5th, 2008 04:14 pmAfter spending time in the clinic with Mimi, Jack had walked home slowly. His eyes were drawn to the sky and he got a small bit of reassurance that even if the island changed, the stars hadn't. There was Mimi...right next to Jaime, 30 degrees away from Maureen. The star would be there for so much longer than Mimi would be here. They'd burn on after they'd all gone.
This was his first inkling that some of them...some of them wouldn't disappear. Some of them would be dying here.
He hadn't cried. He wouldn't, not in front of her. He'd dance and hold her, comfort her and be strong. He'd take care of things. He'd take care of people. It was what he did so long as he was beyond the walls of his hut. Inside, though, well, he wasn't ready for that just yet.
Jack sat on the porch and the dog joined him, resting his muzzle on Jack's knee. He scratched the dog's ears absently, his eyes fixed on a bright white dot in the sky.
This was his first inkling that some of them...some of them wouldn't disappear. Some of them would be dying here.
He hadn't cried. He wouldn't, not in front of her. He'd dance and hold her, comfort her and be strong. He'd take care of things. He'd take care of people. It was what he did so long as he was beyond the walls of his hut. Inside, though, well, he wasn't ready for that just yet.
Jack sat on the porch and the dog joined him, resting his muzzle on Jack's knee. He scratched the dog's ears absently, his eyes fixed on a bright white dot in the sky.