Addendum
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, nor its characters in any way. That is already way too painful to keep rubbing it in, don't you think?
Author's Note: First drabble ever. I'm no good with a limited word count.
So, what was so magical about this island?" The blonde crushed herself against his already rumpled tux.
"Impossible things happened there" He muttered, shaking her off. "I fell in love."
Tales of waterfalls, black curls and drinking games.
She rolled her eyes and left him pondering how the truth was always unpopular.
The bartender smirked over his shoulder. "Where is this mystery woman of yours now, son?"
"Probably enjoying her wedding night."
Sawyer resisted the impulse to touch the bruise on his cheek. She didn't though.
"Not so much, no. But it's definitely looking up."
He never finished his drink.
Written by Mary S.