Disclaimer: N-O-T M-I-N-E. Get it right, dammit!
Author's Note: No, my mom didn't drop me on my head when I was born. Or any time after that, for that matter. I don't know how I came up with the idea of making a connection between these people either, but now it looks kinda logical. Go figure.
First double-drabble ever (yes, I am abusing the concept, I know)..
He didn't need to know her name, or where she came from. He didn't need to know her age, or her zodiac sign. He didn't need to know her likes and dislikes, or any background history.
Hell, he didn't even need to speak her language.
Because whenever he looked at her, all he could see was the women he had slept with. The women he had taken advantage of.
He could smell them as effortlessly as a shark smelled blood. Shirt buttoned all the way up, always looking down, always quiet.
Always with some stupid husband who didn't even know how loud women like her could be.
But he knew them alright. Women like her were the source his bank account fed off.
Women who were so in love with their husbands that they would helplessly fall into his arms to deal with their indifference.
Women who didn't realize that what really made his business profitable was the fact that their husbands' stupidity was a mere consequence of their love for them.
It was then, while contemplating the interaction between Sun and Jin, that Sawyer felt sorry.
Sorry for her, sorry for him.
But most of all, sorry for himself.
Written by Mary S.