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Claire approached Charlie as he stood next to the ocean watching the waves crash upon the shore. It had been three weeks since they had talked and had their dispute. Life on the island had become especially more difficult for Claire, seeing as no one was there to help with Aaron all the time, except for when she was on good terms with Charlie, which made her a full-time mom with no breaks. She had finally worked up enough strength to ask him to come back. The closer she walked toward him the more nervous she got, but she had to do this.
"Charlie,may I talk to you?" she asked while holding Aaron to her chest.
"You're a little late for that." he replied in a stone, cold voice.
You looked at him in total confusion not knowing what had just happened and began to walk away when she heard Charlie's voice again, with her back turned to him.
"Had you asked me this yesterday you could have saved me, Claire." he stated.
"What do you…" she began to say as she turned around and found he was gone.
She looked up the beach and saw Hurley sitting on a log. She then walked up to him and asked him a question.
"Did you happen to see where Charlie went?" asked Claire.
"When did you see him, because I haven't since your little 'argument.'" stated Hurley.
"Thanks for your help. Would you mind taking Aaron?" she asked as she handed him the babe and walked away.
All she could think of is that he was in the jungle, so she followed her instincts and entered. She walked for about twenty minutes through the vines and all until she collapsed onto the ground and skinned her knee. She looked up and saw Charlie standing in front of her.
"Where did you run off to?" she asked in a frustrated voice.
"Nowhere." he retorted coldly.
"Ok, then where did you go to?" she asked.
"I think you should go back to the beach, Claire. The jungle has some very horrid sights." he said as he vanished in mid-air.
Claire stood where he was dumbfounded. She just stared with her mouth wide open to where Charlie once stood. 'How did he do that?' she asked herself. She decided to risk what Charlie had warned about and continued marching through and found Charlie once again.
She stormed up to him and stood no more than six inches from him and screamed, "What is going on her Charlie!" she asked as she put her hands on his shoulders.
She found that her hands went straight through his body and she looked at him in complete disbelief.
"It happened last night." he said "Had you got the nerve to talk to me yesterday, I wouldn't have done it." he said as he began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Follow me and you're sure to see something that will plague you with nightmares for months, possibly even years." he said.
"I'll risk it." she snapped as she walked up to him
"Ok, then follow me." he said as he hinted her to follow.
She did as she was told and they walked for more than thirty minutes and he stopped and stared Claire straight in her eyes.
"This is your last chance to turn back." he said. "Do you want to use it or continue?" he asked.
"I'll still come." she said as she stood next to him.
He stuck his hand out where two fern leaves collided and pulled them apart. This revealed a sight more gruesome than Claire had ever seen before. A form of Charlie's body was slumped onto the ground clutching a Virgin Mary statue with his slit wrists. Blood was everywhere, even where she stood. All she could do is stare in sheer terror as she looked around. His wrists had been slit by a razor, his face, a total contradiction to his body, looked peaceful and relaxed. He had taken the plastic off and used the actual metal piece. There was also a note in between the statue and his right hand. It read:
'If anyone so happens to come across
this gruesome sight, they should know this;
I never began using after I became clean, I
did lie aboutcertain instincesand regret doing so,
and Claire, I would never hurt you or Aaron
when I told you I was clean I told the truth. I
Charles Pace age Twenty-Seven take my own
life in the middle of this sodding jungle where
my body may never be found' – Charles Pace
"Suicide is an unforgivable sin, you know along with murder and this wasn't my first attempt at it. The first was a total fluke." he said as she pulled the note down from her face. "After I did this I surely have no chance of getting into Heaven. I'll probably wind up in Purgatory or Hell, but any of those two would beat the rejection I faced because of you. Who was the one who believed you when you had crazy dreams? It was me Claire and when the same thing happened to me you accused me of using again, which I never did. I cared about you; I even loved you and Aaron. Just keep that in mind." he said as he drifted away.
Claire awoke with her heart and breath racing to see who could go the fastest as she sat up. She looked around everything seemed normal, Aaron was asleep in his crib, her stuff was neatly organized, but this dream had frightened her so much that she couldn't just lay down and sleep, it all seemed so real. She decided a nice walk on the beach would help her. Once she got out of her tent and walked toward the beach it began to rain. She was ready to head back when she saw Charlie gazing off into the ocean.
She sprinted up to him, practically tackling him to the ground, wrapped her arms around his stomach and began to cry into his chest.
All Charlie did was rubbed her back and brushed his hands through her hair as she balled. 'This is great.' he said to himself 'I think she's finally forgiven me.'
As Claire looked up Charlie wiped away her tears with his thumb delicately. She smiled at him and he did as well.
"You're going to get sick." she said as she stuck her hand out to him. "Come back 'home' with me?"
"I'd love to, love." he declared as they walked back to their 'home' hand-in-hand.
A/N Revie and perhaps I'll add another chapter