I slowly limp through the trees, clutching the large bleeding wound in my side. Fighting for breath, I stumble into a small clearing, and a flood of memories washes over me. This is the same place I woke up in after the plane crash.
Unable to stand, I fall to my knees and lie down. And then it hits me. I am going to die. As soon as I plugged to cork back into the heart of the island, I knew I was going to die. But, a strong hope, a hope so loud it drowned out the possibility of death, was in my heart. But now, as the hope grows quieter, I know it is my time.
A strange mixture of sadness and nostalgia sweeps through me. But the feeling soon fades and I feel only joy as I see the Ajira plane fly across the sky. They're safe, I think. Kate's safe. They're all safe. I smile, knowing that they will finally get off of the island and be happy.
I hear a rustling in the trees and look over to see Vincent trotting over to me. He licks my face and lies down next to me. I rub his furry back, and I am glad that Vincent will be with me when I die, so I won't have to die alone.
The sky is a clear blue, and puffy white clouds roll through the sky. A gentle, warm breeze blows through the bamboo. What a perfect, peaceful place to die, I think.
I have done my job as protector of the island. I am confident Hugo will make a great protector, too. The Man in Black is dead, the heart of the island is safe, and the island is no longer sinking. I have redeemed myself.
I struggle to breathe now, my life is fading away. I should be scared of dying, I think. But no, I am not. I only find joy in the fact that I will soon see my friends. Soon. Everyone dies sometime. But we just have to learn to accept that, and move on. No matter how horrible, it is our destiny, which we cannot change.
It is simply our fate.
See? This here is a perfect example of a severe case of post-Lost depression. I wrote this at 1 in the morning after marathoning my favorite episodes of Lost all afternoon, ending with the finale. I seriously can't explain the emotions the finale made me feel, it's so indescribable. Happiness, because everyone was finally reunited, sadness, because they were all dead and it was coming to an end? I don't know. But the thing is, Lost has so much inner beauty to it, that if you were to simply watch the show, you would miss it all. But if you look deep down, you'll see amazing and beautiful things. Look at me, ranting on. Anyway, I really don't like the beginning to this. Oh well. Please review and tell me what you think! I seem to have an obsession with writing people's thoughts as they die.