Okay so this one intertwines wiht the last chapter, for all you confused as to why Jack was crying... here ya go. And please give the man a break, he deserves to break down once in a while. Go easy on him... hes a sweetie XxX
"Jack you're being ridiculous!" Claire shouted, raising her hands to stop him from leaving the tent. He stopped and looked her in the eyes. She looked worried, scared and he... well he looked like a man who had just spent the last fifteen minutes switching between tears and rage. She raised her hand and caught his wrist, throwing him a sympathetic look she pleaded with him "Please don't go Jack, don't do this..."
"Why should I stay?" his words were harsh, simple but heartfelt. He pulled his arm from cLaires loose grasp and and shook his head.
"Stay for me... if you won't stay for her, then stay for me" she pleaded, her heart breaking as she watched him contemplate walking out of her life just like thier father had done.
He noticed her near tears and stopped packing his bag, walking over to her, he pulled her into his chest and held her tighly. She could feel his heavy breathing and it finally hit her how hard he was taking the whole Kate and Sawyer situation. She held him tighter, her head buried depp in hsi chest. He had been the strong one for so long, now it was time to let him have his mmoment of uncertainty. She would be there for him just like he was for her... her and everyone else.
"I want to Claire... i just don't know if i have it in me to be here while they are... together. I'm tired of being second best, and thats all i will ever be, to anyone." he confessed, his hands unclasping from their grip around her as he took a step back to what he was doing.
"These things take time Jack, you have to understand something, Kate and Sawyer... theres issues there and it will take a while to sort things out... after everything i think she owes him that". Claire wasn't defending anyone she just, after hearing all the sides of the story wanted everyone to have a fair say in the matter at hand.
Jack spun round, his eyes grew wider at the mention of his name. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and thrashed his way past Claire and out of the tent. Outside the sunlight hurt his eyes, he squinted to see his path along the beach. His mind racing, his plan... to get as far away frm everyone as he could, somewhere he could be alone with with his dreams. At least in his dreams he was happy.
"Jack... Please!" Claire shouted, chasing after him down the beach and causing all the other castaways to stop whatever they were doing and focus on them. Even Sawyer and Kate came out of the tent to see what all the commotion was about. Jack stopped in his tracks and turned around looking Claire straight in the eyes. He couldn't help but let his eyes wonder to where Kate and Sawyer were standing, one looking confused the other worried.
"Whats going on?" Kate asked walking towards them until she was close enough to see Jacks tear stained face. She went to step closer to him but his hands flew up in defense.
"Jack... Whats wrong?... Where are you going?" she asked noticng his backpack and tarp rolled up underneath his arm.
"Just leave me alone!" He yelled turning around and kicking the sand in rage. Both Calire and Kate took a step back upon seeing this, both had seen Jack angry before but never like this. This time it wasn't just anger Jack was feeling, it was rage, deceptiona dn love. Those things could kill a man. He looked at Kate and shook his head his hands falling to his sides.
"I can't do this anymore... i can't sit around and hope one day you'll choose me... It hurts when the day ends and you don't. I have to go, i need some space..." he told her, raising his hands to his head and rubbing the back of it soothingly.
Kate watched him break infront of her, she nodded acceptingly, feeling her heart break at what she had witnessed. She had done this to him, she had broken him. He hadn't realised when she said she was going to talk to Sawyer that she meant to break things off with him. All he had seen was her walking away from him once more and that was the finally straw for him. She unedrstood perfectly, but she couldn't let him leave without him knowing how she felt. But how could she show him... She looked at his hand and saw his journal sitting there comfortably. She couldn't help but feel that in this moment, maybe words were all they needed to save them.