A/N: Short, pointless chapter, just to update. The excitement resumes next chappie. Sorry for the OOCness!

Time to Let Go:

Charlie saw her stomping his way. Her face was flushed and she looked angry. But as soon as Claire made eye contact with the Englishman, she started to cry. Not in the beautiful, flawless way she did sometimes-the tears simply rolling down her porcelain cheeks. No, this time her face scrunched up and she hiccoughed and sobbed and ran toward him (staggering slightly) and clutched his shirt in her fists.

"Charlie," Claire cried into his shoulder as he held her close. She looked like a mad woman. And though of course he couldn't control this, Charlie was going to try his best to prevent Claire from ever crying again. But then again, that's what he thought every time he saw her eyes filled with tears.

"Claire," Charlie felt tears form in his own eyes. "Why are we so messed up?"

Claire's frail shoulders shook. She glanced up at him with hurt glazed blue eyes, and blinked slowly. As if she didn't understand him. But she did. "I don't know. But I hate the world. And I'm sorry," She clenched him hard to her, and it actually hurt him a little bit. "I'm so sorry, love."

His heart, his screwed up, sick heart started to beat like crazy and he wiped his sleeve over his eyes to get rid of the tears. "Don't be. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I just don't know what to do anymore."

Carefully, slowly, Charlie raised a hand and tucked a strand of dull blond hair behind Claire's ear. Her honeyed curls didn't contain their usual shine. That was a blow to him, for some reason. It made him feel like the woman he loved was slowly dying, disintegrating inch by inch. "What's happened?"

Looking around and noticing that most of the people on the beach were very obviously eavesdropping, Claire pulled Charlie into the tent they shared. She pushed him onto the makeshift bed and climbed beside him, their knees touching, and absentmindedly playing footsie with each other.

"What's happened? A lot has happened this week. I can't believe it's only been a week, and I'm already a drug addict with a dead son." She looked so sad, like her heart was breaking that very second. Without thinking twice, Charlie leaned closer and pressed his ear to her chest, and listened to Claire's heartbeat. It was musical. He hummed along.

"I'm sorry for how I acted," Claire cupped his stubbly chin so that he was looking up at her. She was so pretty. "I don't want to lose you, Charlie; you're all I've got. So please, let's never fight again." She kissed his forehead.

"Never," He agreed. "I love you, Claire. Don't ever go away." And he kissed her lips and her nose and the top of her head.

Tears pouring from her eyes, her hand clasping Charlie's, Claire murmured softly, "I love you too."

And that was that.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please review! Sorry it's short. And sorry it sucks.

xox Sacha