for logan | September 16th
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more_flexibleOn this island it was too easy for the days to blur together. April became July and July turned into October. He had his routine so he kept the days of the week clear in his mind, and then there were certain days that stood out. Jack was, and always had been, acutely aware of time. His anniversary on the island. The day he split with House. The day he'd asked Logan to stay.
And then there was today.
They say time heals all wounds and now, three years gone between the incident and now, Jack wasn't a wreck. The first year he'd fallen apart. Last year he'd smoked himself into a useless lump only to eventually make his way home and get his nose broken. Today he was simply quiet. He got up and went through drill, showere dand ate and came home. Logan hadn't been around and so he'd sat down to work on some things, but he quickly lost interest. Out on the porch was too public and he didn't want to see anyone. He had the crawling feeling that he'd get caught unaware somehow. He abandoned everything and went into the hut, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. With the window shades closed as well it was just dark enough and Jack crawled into bed fully clothed. He didn't sleep, as much as he wanted to just sleep through the day, knowing it would be better tomorrow. No, he simply lay there in the darkened room and thought of how bad things had been then.
Every now and again his thoughts drifted to how good things were now. Those thoughts didn't last, though.
And then there was today.
They say time heals all wounds and now, three years gone between the incident and now, Jack wasn't a wreck. The first year he'd fallen apart. Last year he'd smoked himself into a useless lump only to eventually make his way home and get his nose broken. Today he was simply quiet. He got up and went through drill, showere dand ate and came home. Logan hadn't been around and so he'd sat down to work on some things, but he quickly lost interest. Out on the porch was too public and he didn't want to see anyone. He had the crawling feeling that he'd get caught unaware somehow. He abandoned everything and went into the hut, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. With the window shades closed as well it was just dark enough and Jack crawled into bed fully clothed. He didn't sleep, as much as he wanted to just sleep through the day, knowing it would be better tomorrow. No, he simply lay there in the darkened room and thought of how bad things had been then.
Every now and again his thoughts drifted to how good things were now. Those thoughts didn't last, though.
