Minta stood in front of the sea, uncertain of what would come. But then she had never really know what she should do, Sayid had always been the one that organized everything, any phone calls and bills…
Her hands were enclosed over the leafs Sun had gave her: medications. She loathed her asthma because it was the constant reminder of her lonely home. Her parents had shut her in a little attic that contained all the signs of an asthmatic room. Back then she seemed to be using her inhaler every day, but when she lived with Sayid the attacks rarely come. Maybe it really was mental as Jack suggested.
If only she didn't have asthma, or at the least if she didn't panic when Sawyer shoved her in the water. At this she shook her head angrily, there was too many 'if only's' in her life.
Now Sayid had that haunted expression on his face once more, the guilt visible and gnarring all part of his face. She had seen him with that deep a guilt before, when he learnt about September Eleventh, and when she woke up after her suicide attempt during their honeymoon.
"Minta…" his voice gently reached her, as always they lifted her up and carried her to him.
She put her hands onto him, wanting to give him comfort by this simple gesture. Seeing the backpack she frowned, there was no obvious expeditions or trips.
"I can't stay here anymore." He said softly.
She shook her head fiercely, putting her hands around the straps she tried to tug the backpack off.
"Minta, I love you and it is partly for you that I am leaving. Since I first saw you I wanted to protect you, but I now know that I am the one you fear the most, and your greatest source of danger." She shook her head again, clinging onto him as she would in the past.
"No, even if you come back to me I still can't stay. I can not remain with you when I am unable to protect your from myself." He stroked her cheeks gently before kissing her on the forehead, then continued. "What I did today- what I almost did- I swore to do never again. If I can't keep that promise I have no right to be here. To be beside you as your husband.
"But remember, I love you, and always will." Sayid ended tenderly.
She watched him walk away from her, his footsteps continuing to the opposite end of the beach, soon to be washed away by the tide. He never once looked back, as doing that would make him abandon his resolve in leaving.
Her mouth moved but no words came out. She tried again and again. Until she finally managed the slightly whisper, barely visible.
"Sayid."
"Sayid." She repeated once more, this time her voice was stronger. "Sayid."
"Sayid…forgive me."