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Spoilers: Abandoned
"Ballerinas don't fly," Sabrina had told her once, when she caught her jumping off the swing in the back yard, still in her tutu.
It was the kind of off the cuff comment Sabrina was known for making towards Shannon, simple, clean cut words that quickly put an end to whatever it was that Shannon was doing to give Sabrina a migraine.
"Ballerinas don't fly." She had said, "If they try, they just fall back down."
Years later Shannon will wonder if Sabrina had some kind of gift, if she had looked at her saw the mess she would become (or, as Shannon thinks when she is particularly bitter, the mess Sabrina wouldmake her into), chasing after phantoms and running from the ghost in her own past.
Because she's running, and the rain is falling all around her, so heavily she thinks she'll bruise. But she keeps going, despite the pain in her knee from her earlier fall, despite Sayid's frantic voice that calls out behind her. Walt disappears deeper into the tangle of vines and she reaches out to him.
She can save him.
She has to.
The gunshot reaches her ears moments before the pain and then there's blood on her shirt and the air in her lungs becomes non-existent.
She's falling.
She's fallen and the last thing she registers before the blackness washes over is that someone caught her.
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