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this tiny little fic actually fits best with one of my original characters, but i thought that many of the other survivors of 815 would have the same feelings towards the island. with the resuce coming up, i'm sure that many of them are unsure whether they want to stay or go. this is an especially difficult concept for my original character, Ewan, who was famous before the crash. i hope you enjoy reading it!
Standing at the edge of the sand and at the start of the water makes me feel infinite and isolated at the same time. I can stare out at the ocean and see for miles, and I can feel the firm sand beneath my feet. I can look into the sky for hours, watch the clouds travel leisurely above my head. I can feel the breeze pushing me towards the endless ocean and pulling me back towards our secret island.
My heart sways back and forth. My mind straddles each side of the road. My thoughts nervously teeter left and then right.
I look out and I see fame. I see squealing fans and raving critics and, dear God, I see recognition. I see my voice being heard. I see my loving family. I see my admirers. I see my importance.
And then my eyes glance down and I see love. I see truth. I see the privilege of going by unnoticed when I want to. I see him and I together without the headlines. I see myself being loved.
And as my eyes slowly wander back and forth, and as the ocean looms before me, and as the ground stands beneath me; I decide I don't really want to go for a swim any more.
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