Blue Skies
By Lady Pyrefly
Author's Note: This is my first Lost fanfic, so I really hope you like it. Boone was always my favorite character. This is loosely based on the American Hi-Fi song, "Baby Come Home," and is in Shannon's point of view.
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Its raining.
Boone…he always hated it when it rained. He liked blue skies and pretty days.
Me? I don't mind if it rains on me sometimes.
Do you think…do you think he's mad at me? Where ever he is? Boone and I were never really religious, but the idea of an angel Boone is somewhat comforting. It feels like he's mad at me.
When we were little, Boone would always get mad at me and wouldn't want to be around me for days. That was always the worst feeling in the world for me.
And that's what it feels like now. Like he was mad at me, so he left. Again.
But it's not so much that Boone would always leave me as it was that I made him go.
I can feel the warm rain mist coming in through the mouth of the cave. I want to cry, I want to cry, I want to cry. If Boone were here…well, that doesn't really matter now. The fact is that Boone's gone. And there's nothing, nothing, that I can do about it.
I'm crying now.
I feel like I've disappointed him, by being so…prissy. Like if Boone had his way I'd be different. That's probably wrong, but I can't help feeling it anyway. I keep pretending like I'm fine. It's almost been a year, but I'm still not okay.
Boone would've been better off without me, I think. His skies would have always been blue if it weren't for me. He's mad at me, I know he is.
"Boone, come home," I call into the darkness and rain. I'm running now, faster faster faster thought the jungle to the beach. I slip, I fall.
I need him still.