Kate sat onto the ground, resting her head on her arms. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't run anymore, she wanted to stop thinking, stop breathing. She just wanted to close her eyes and rest.

Some salty tears were lightly hurting the inner corner of her eyes. She knew they won't fall. It was the kind of tears which stayed in the eyes, burning and giving a bitter taste all within the head.

She didn't look up when he moved in front of her. She only saw his beige jumpsuit. He squattered in front of her. An unreadable look on his face. It was like this now... when she looked at him... She couldn't read in him like before. There was a wall of glass between them. He put his right hand on her arm but she pushed it away. He sighed lowering his gaze.

"You wanted to go with him?" He asked. She looked up at him surprised and noticed some pain in his voice.

"No."

"So why are you sad?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sad."

"Yep you are."

"Don't dare telling me how I feel, James."

She stood up and went to lean back against the opposite tree.

"Why didn't you insist for her to stay?" She asked.

"Really wanna know Freckles?"

A tear was hurting her, it was ready to roll down.

"Don't call me Freckles!" She said turning her back to him. She didn't want to cry. No, she didn't want him to see her cry.

"I thought you didn't like when I called you Kate?"

"I hate when you simply call me. I hate how much I love you calling me by stupid nicknames." Nobody gave me nicknames but you." She turned again after wiped her eyes with her hand. She saw him shaking his head defiantly.

"I don't understand you."

"So do I."

"Kate, do you want to go there? To Jack?"

"No!"

"Do you want to be here? With me?"

"No."

He raised his hands. "I give up. Bye Bye Kiddo. I leave you alone. I know you. You're a big girl, you'll survive around here."

He grabbed his rafle and began to walk away.

"Sawyer!"

He stopped.

"You didn't answer me."

He turned. First their eyes didn't meet and then he looked up at her green eyes, wet of these damn tears.

"Because she saw me looking at you. She saw the way I look at you all the time. The kind of look I give to nobody else but you. That's why I didn't insist for her to stay, because you screwed up everything, coming back over here. Because it was ended since I saw you again."

"Do you blame me?"

He shook his head. "No I just say the truth. All of this could have carry on forever if you haven't come back. It was cosy. It was comfortable but I begin to realize it was a lie. You came back and you threw this lie right in my face."

He sat against a tree.

"You know Freckles... I'm tired..."

Kate moved to him and sat next to him. "So am I."

Silence settled for a moment between the two of them. A bitter taste travelled down her throat.

"I'm sorry, James."

She hoped he knew why she was sorry, she was too tired to tell him and if she did, the tears wouldn't stay in her eyes anymore.

"You don't even imagine how I hate you calling me James."

Kate closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face. But even with her eyes closed, the salty bitter tears rolled down letting wet lines along her dry cheeks. His thumb would have been enough to wipe them away and erase all the pain these tiny but burning tears caused. She prayed for this still be true.

She got her answer when he did it, his thumb wiping her cheeks, leading her against him, to rest.