Disclaimer: I don't own Lost obviously
A/N: My friend asked me to write a fic wear there was only one castaway left on the Island and this is what happened. Let me just say that I kept on changing my mind on what character I should do and then decided on Claire because I don't think anyone would pick her XD
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In the end, Claire was the only alive. Yes, the innocent, blonde Australian whose big adventure was giving birth to her son in the middle of the jungle was the only one alive. She laughed at it sometimes. No one would ever guess it. But after the laugh, there was silence and sorrow.
There were some Others on the Island. There couldn't be more than ten. She never really saw them so she couldn't be sure. They left her alone. If it was when she first got to the Island, she would've been glad, joyful even. But now she wants them to come out of hiding and try to take her away. They never do.
She dreamed at night. It was always the faces of people she lost. All the people that she trusted her life with. It hurt. Sometimes she'd try everything to stay awake. It never worked.
She never dreamed of Aaron though. She thought that was weird. It was her son. She began to think there was something wrong with her. Shouldn't a mother miss her child and dream of him every night? But as time went on, she was happy that she didn't dream of him. It hurt a thousand times worse than seeing Charlie, Jack or Sawyer. Sometimes she does want to his face though. She thinks about him before she sleeps. She never dreams of him.
When Claire was tired of staring at the ocean, she would visit Sun's garden. It was empty now, all plants destroyed. Still, Claire would sit there instead, sometimes even plant some plants. One time she was there, it rained. She laughed and smiled. She had the sudden urge to dance. But, as quickly as it started raining, it ended. Claire was sad and alone once again. She loved and hated the rain so much.
After days, possibly even years, Claire can't take it anymore. She walks what seems forever until she comes to a cliff. She stands on the edge and looks down. Memories rush through her a mile a minute. This scares her but she doesn't care. She wants to let go, to jump. There's no one left. She should put herself out of her misery. She leaves the cliff after it gets dark enough. She comes back everyday. She never jumps.
Everyone died. Everyone who stepped on this Island died, will die. Claire lives forever.