Disclaimer: I don't own "Broken" or "Lost" or the characters in this fic. Kinda pathetic when you say it out like that, but I guess its not so bad, as I do own myself, some diet soda, and my horse.
Summary: Somehow this song reminds me of Lost, so I decided to do a fic on it. Deepest apologies if this is already a Lost songfic, as I am not aware. Guess it just seems likely.
There was a lot he couldn't tell her in the moments before he had been hung and they had been separated. Mainly because he had been gagged. And maybe it was the fear coursing through his blood, but most of the things he so wanted to tell Claire were simple and short. Things he had always wanted to say but it had always seemed awkward or not right. They hadn't seemed that way when you were sure you were saying good-bye. Simple things like, he loved her smile, and she had a certain faith that he admired.
I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
Now, left alone in the middle of the night to sit mournfully by the dying embers of a fire, Charlie had been both pleased and saddened when he had found a snapshot of Claire before she had even pregnant. The photo had been lying where her bag used to sit at the caves, half-covered by a layer of dirt.
I keep you photograph, I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away..
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
Of course then there had been the trauma of being hung. The pain in his neck, and in his throat. The tearing of his lungs, and then his eyes closing, reluctantly succumbing to the soft silence of death, the darkened certainty of the path of least resistance. He had tried to fight, to hear the music of his guitar again, to hear the sweet sound of her voice.
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
And now because his God had granted him the miracle of being saved and brought back to life when Jack and Kate found him, he could hear the music of his guitar flitter softly to his ears agian. But would he ever hear her voice again as he had wished when he was dying?