A/n: Heh. So, this story is pretty straightforward. This story contains spoilers to 4x01, The Beginning of the End.
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Rain.
It was raining like it does on The Island. Coming down like a thousand icy needles, causing a thousand points of pain on her skin.
She was glad it was raining. No, she was ecstatic. While her skin felt like it was stretched on her too tightly she could hold off the pain. It was incubated inside of her, burning and angry. So she was ecstatic it was raining. The rain made the ground turn into the most amazing mud. The mud sucked her whole boot straight into the ground. And she was ecstatic. The Island itself was trying to drag her back to him. Holding her in place, sucking her down, like if she were to stand still for once he would find her. Then everything would be okay. But it wasn't. And she was miserable.
She was miserable. And separated, severed, even. And wet. And, worst of all: she was aching.
Ache.