Author's Note: In this fic Kate is still running. The song is Broken Hearts and Concrete Floors by Dashboard Confessional. Also in this fic, Jack is not on drugs like in the finale. Wish me luck also! This is from Kate's point of view. I hope I do okay! Hehe. Read and review. Tips on how to write Kate would be appreciated! Hehe. I don't own LOST or Broken Hearts and Concrete Floors

I'm always assuming the worst. But you're going on nonetheless.

I sat in my car with the letter in my shaking hands. My hazel eyes stared at the now familiar writing. Come on Kate, I thought to myself. It's not gonna say anything bad. Just open it. Slowly my hands obeyed my thoughts. They slid under the flap and tore open the envelope. Then I pulled out the letter and unfolded it. Slowly my eyes glanced over the words.

Kate,

My divorce is final. If you want to change, if you want to stop running, you know where to find me. I still love you.

XOXO,

Jack

Tears cascaded down my cheeks like a waterfall. Every letter he wrote to me was the same: If you want to stop running… Why couldn't he understand that I was content with running?

But you're not content with running. You hate it, a little voice in my head said.

I sighed and opened the glove box. A stack of letters sat there, haunting me.

I'm begging you. I'm begging you.

A piece of my brown hair fell in front of my eyes. I tucked it behind my ear and then put the letter away. Then I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote back to him.

Jack,

You know I'm content with running. So why do you keep asking me to stop? I love you too. But I can't stop running. You know I can't. If I do stop running, I'll be locked up for good. And I know that you know that. I'm sorry, Jack.

XOXO,

Kate

I folded the letter, stuck it in an envelope, and put his address on it. I began to cry once more.

These roads go on forever. There'll always be a place for you in my heart.

I drove aimlessly down the streets. Images of Jack struck me painfully in my heart. I missed him but I couldn't see him. If I saw him I wouldn't be able to leave. It would be too hard for both of us.

I'm living in your letters.

I heard news from Jack. He always told me what was going on with our friends. I lived to get letters from him. I lived in his letters.

A few days later I received another letter from him.

Kate,

I miss you. I wish you would stop running but I know you won't. I just wish you would stop. For me. Would you? I love you.

XOXO,

Jack

I held the envelope in one hand and the letter in my other hand.

Breathe deeply from this envelope. It smells like you. And I can't be without that scent. It's filling me with all you mean to me.

The envelope was covered in Jack's aroma. I had missed his smell. I had missed him. He meant everything to me. I didn't know why I ran from him.

So I'll hit the pavement. It's gotta be better than waiting and pushing you far away 'cause I'm scared.

I continued to drive far away. I had to run from the cops and I had to push Jack away because I had become too close to him.

Every few days I'd get another letter from Jack. It always said the same thing:

Kate,

Where are you? Why won't you reply? I love you so much.

XOXO,

Jack

Every time I got another letter from him I'd put it in my glove box.

Phone calls from further away. But I don't ever tell you this distance seems terrible.

Finally one day I called him. The phone rang three times. Then he picked up.

"Hello?"

I froze. Hearing his voice again was wonderful.

"Hello?" he repeated.

"Hi, Jack," I stuttered.

"Kate?" He sounded surprised and happy I noticed.

"Yeah. It's me. Kate."

"Oh my…Kate, are you okay? Why haven't you answered my letters?"

I wanted to tell him that I missed him and that I loved him. But instead I said, "Jack, please don't write to me. I can't anymore. It's too crazy. I'm sorry." Then I hung up.

I couldn't go back to him. I had to move on and forget about him. That was the only way I could keep running. There couldn't be any strings attached.