Sawyer's POV
I clutched the book and held it close to my face. I wasn't reading it of course, for my glasses lay on the sandy ground next to me. I was using the book as a disguise, as a cover. I was actually looking beyond the book and at a beautiful character that lay down on the ground nearby. I had been keeping an eye on her for 46 days now. Ever since our plane crashed onto this island… 46 days ago. Her lids were shut over her eyes and her hands were placed by her tanned skinned sides. Her long curly luscious brunette locks flowed down her finely curved chest that was covered in a dirty used-to-be-white tank.
The sweltering sun beat down on her soft skin but it did not seem to affect her. She just lay there, untouched, unaffected. She just lay there, peacefully and quietly. Breathing slowly.
46 days I had been starring at her. 46 glorious days and as everyday goes, I fall more and more in love with her. I was falling more and more in love with…Kate.
Even though all this was so amazing, so awesome, I had a threat. His name was Jack. He was a doctor. Better than my profession anyway. A con and a killer, I was. Not a great thing to be involved in, is it.
He was in the crash too. He's practically the leader of the group and he liked Kate too. You could tell by the way he looked at her. His face would light up when he saw her. He was calmer when she was there. Less stressed, less worried. She seemed to be happy around his as well, but never around me. She seemed to hate me…
Every time, I'd be around her, we'd argue, never a simple and nice conversation. Always an argument, a disagreement. How I wish we could have a normal conversation, a civilized conversation. Where no disagreement was made. How I wish, I could take her on a walk and talk of my feelings for her. How I wish, I could hold her.
She doesn't know the real me. No one does. I'm seen as a hard, mean guy, who cares for nothing. Not a sensitive, romantic and caring guy I could be, the guy I actually am. Jack is the sensitive one out of us. He shows he cares. I wish I could show her the real me. How I crave to show her, the real me…
I watched, as Jack came out of the trees and made his way towards Kate he knelt down and gently placed his hand, on her delicate shoulder. Moving her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, she opened her eyelids to reveal her sparkling green eyes. She peered up at him and flash him his pearly teeth. He leant into her and whispered something in her ear. My eyes sharpened as jealousy grew within me. I tried to read his lips but could not make any sense of it. She giggled at her. Whatever he had said it her, it had worked.
I can't take anymore of it…