A/N: So I just had to write this, cause Cal and Chloe were my all-time favourite characters in Harper's Island. It's a free-verse poem, spoilers for Splash, 1.11. Cal/Chloe.
she must get away. chloe, beautiful
even now, running for her life.
i get this chance, this one
chance, to be
her saviour.
the one.
heart thumping
feet pounding
helping her get around the gate
but he's there
and so is the boarding knife
strange that even in death
he can't tear his eyes from
her.
she watches the knife go in, and the
blood gurgling out,
the crunch and grate
of protesting bones
against steel.
her name dying on his lips. CHLOE.
he fought.
he saved her.
and now, wakefield turns as if to say,
what are you gonna do, huh?
she watches him fall off the edge
and thinks, Hey, I Could Follow You.
turns, beauty faded,
says
NO. you. can't. have. me.
falls
SPLASH
but. CAL. can.