Disclaimer: Claire and Jack aren't mine. They belong to Dick Wolf.
I know I'm about fourteen years late, but since the show is ending now, I was watching the sixth season and I remembered how much I loved Claire and Jack together and how sad I was after Claire died. So this is a post-Aftershock oneshot. Spoilers for Aftershock, obviously. Enjoy!
When you were alive, you were an angel. In death, you are even more of an angel, and so you will remain.
You are immortalized in photographs, in the smell of your perfume that lingers on a blouse you left behind at my apartment so long ago. I can still feel your soft lips on mine, capturing mine in a sweet kiss.
I remember all those days spent arguing ethics over dinner or a drink. You didn't always agree with me, and our debates were hearty, but always enjoyable. You opposed the death penalty. How ironic.
The day you died, a part of me died with you. Because I hadn't been there for the one I loved.
I hope you liked my little oneshot. Review if you did!