Authors Note: The poem Mystery is mine i created it for this story
Sara's hair was tied tight in a bun at the base of her neck but when she came out of the shower
it was down and Sayid saw it was a lot like her mothers all the way down her back and she
didn't know how to dry it.
"Come here," he said as he sat her on the floor in front of his chair and started trying
her hair with the towel as Jena took her shower. He took the towel and in slow gently
circles dried her hair completely and at the same time relaxed Sara more than she had ever
been relaxed.
"Your daughters must love you," Sara said smiling.
"I have no daughter only sons. Well actually I have one daughter but her mother and
I parted ways long ago and I let her mother keep her knowing that if she were raised her she
would never be truly free and if she was already showing signs she had her mothers sprit so it
was best she lived with her mother," Sayid said gently.
"Did you love your daughters mother," Sara asked?
"Very much," Sayid replied as he finished and hung the moist towel on a near by chair.
"Then why leave her," Sara asked?
"Because for a time her and I escaped our regular lives but like all things our time
ended and we knew we would never fit into on another's worlds so we walked away from
one another," Sayid said with longing in his heart.
"You still love her. I'm a poet I see it in your eyes," Sara said as she took out her
notebook and jotted down notes.
"Are you now," Sayid said smiling, "Well in ancient times in many lands it was tradition
for visitors to share their talent with those they stayed with," Sayid said pointing to her book,
"Would you do me the honor of letting me hear one of your poems," Sayid asked?
Jena smiled and sat down in front of Sayid as he motion for her to so he could dry her
hair, "Witch one," Sara asked?
"I like the mystery man one don't understand it but its beautiful," Jena said smiling and
Sara took our a tattered notebook that held some of her most precious works opening to a
page that held a tropical flower. Jena took the flower holding it gently, "All I have of my father
a flower that he put in my hair before we were rescued. My mom saved it and one day I found
it and she gave it to me saying it was the only gift my father could give me," Sara said as Sayid
took the flattened tropical flower in his hands. It had been laminated but it still held its beauty
that he had seen in it the day he had pick it for Sara. Sara read Mystery
"Lost in a mist
Further and Further you drift.
I cling to the shadows that you still live in
I hold onto you a simple gift, hoping one day to thank you
An innocence you left me with
I wish to return it to you
So still I search my shadows for you holding tightly to your fading essence
Return to me or fade away
Know that always this innocent life loves you"
"Beautiful," Sayid said as he handed the flower back to Sara.
"Still don't understand it," Jena said as she and Sara started to pile cushions on the
floor for a bed.
"One day I will tell you," Sara said as a tear rolled down her face and she got into bed.
Sayid bid the girl good night and left