Final bit. I know, I know, sucks. Teehee.
Boone was gone.
Dead, actually. It always irritated Shannon when people used clever wording to avoid saying "dead". They would have to say it eventually.
Dead.
She licked her chapped lips and stared blankly at the ocean that was lapping quietly against the beach. The rest of their little community was avoiding her like she had leprosy. Later that day would be the funeral. Because Boone was dead.
Dead.
Dead as a doornail.
And she had been out with Sayid. The one day that she isn't hanging around, bored, at the caves, her brother dies.
Dead.
John had been missing since he had dropped Boone off in a mangled, bloody mess. Shannon wanted to blame him. She wanted to blame everyone. But the truth was, no matter who she blamed, Boone was still dead.
Dead.
John wished that it wasn't true. But it was. And it was his fault. What had he done wrong? What had he done to deserve this?
Dead.
Short little thing. I'm still bitter about Boone's death, if you can't tell. Teehee again.