Character: Sawyer
Do it. Just do it.
His letter hung precariously over the flickering flame of his lighter. One small movement, and it could be gone. He could be free.
The words on the paper had been read so often that he could recite them by heart – and what use did he have for it now? There was no way to find that Mr. Sawyer on this island. No hope of rescue.
And yet…
And yet, and yet, and yet.
He couldn't do it. Never willingly. Getting rid of the letter like that would be giving up, and he would not give up.
He flicked the lighter shut again with a stubborn click.
Not today.
His letter hung precariously over the flickering flame of his lighter. One small movement, and it could be gone. He could be free.The words on the paper had been read so often that he could recite them by heart – and what use did he have for it now? There was no way to find that Mr. Sawyer on this island. No hope of rescue.And yet…And yet, and yet, and yet.He couldn't do it. Never willingly. Getting rid of the letter like that would be giving up, and he would give up.He flicked the lighter shut again with a stubborn click.