Author: Kristin
Disclaimer: Not mine, I promise
Summary: We all bleed
A/N: I don't know what this is, really. Just a bunch of fractured little glimpses, I guess you could say, into Jack and Sam. Um, I didn't think I should post it, but I figured, what the heck. It's different from anything I've usually done. In case you're confused about the order, it goes: Sam, Jack, Sam, Jack, Sam. Enjoy!
in perpetuum: forever
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i.
Ages ago, it seemed, his eyes saw mine. We met across the room before our hands even touched and he was mine before he knew my name. I was his before I knew him at all. Maybe that's where we went wrong.
Maybe that's why it was so achingly beautiful and perfect it had to shatter like glass on a cold winter night.
"Save me, " he says.
And I do.
ii.
Blue, glistening crystal; eyes so blue the most open, cloudless, breathtaking sky seems obsolete in measure.
The horizon, I think, falls somewhere between her iris and pupil.
Somewhere between those windows, Heaven and Hell exist, suspending her and my own fate as we lose ourselves.
We fall into this.
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, my soul remains.
iii.
"Married, " he says.
And my heart breaks.
"It's over, " he says.
And I die.
"I'll be back, " he says.
And I wait.
"I need you, " he says.
And I breathe.
iv.
Blood never washes away. That's something they forget to tell you when you're born. Not that it matters. We all bleed.
We all hurt and lose.
The car seems like a good place to start and end and become again what we once were. I hear Marie's voice. I hear Samantha.
I hear my judgment in her truths, my redemption in her lies.
I can't stay here now. Maybe not ever. I open the door, bump my head on the way out.
"That's gonna leave a mark, " she says.
Doesn't everything?
v.
He seems perfect to me. Fractured, though, like all great things. It makes him human.
It makes him Jack.
He shatters like glass as his tears fall unbidden, begging a forgiveness I don't know how to give.
The salt stings the hole in my leg, reminding me I'm incomplete, fractured just as he is.
Maybe our humanity erases the cracks on the surface.
Or maybe I'll never be whole again.
"Love me forever, " he says.
And I do.
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