this endless night
She sinks her toes deeply into the cold sand and shivers when the light breeze tousles her hair.
Juliet hears him walking behind her and only turns to face him when he's sat down on the sand beside her. He bumps her shoulder with his, the corners of his mouth going up. She tries to smile back. She's glad it's dark; it's hard for him to see that she's faking.
They're waiting for the next flash to arrive. It's unsettling to think the only constant they have is the very thing that's making their life so miserable.
She goes back to looking at the deep blue in front of her. Only a few feet away the waves crash onto the shore. They've built a fire, warmed their hands and bodies. They haven't had anything to eat apart some fruit that Charlotte had picked before it got too dark to go into the jungle.
She's not sure of when they are, but nobody is trying to kill them. They can finally rest for a few hours and that's something.
Sawyer is humming some old song and she almost feels like laughing.
She really should try to sleep but her head aches. Thankfully, her nose has stopped bleeding. Right now the ocean and the scratching sound on Sawyer's finger digging in the sand seem a lot more appealing than the dark oblivion that sleep promises. How can she sleep when she could wake up forty years from now, dodging flying bullets or burning arrows?
Sawyer rouses her up when the first rays of sunshine glow in the sky. They have to wake the others. It's time to go.