The Stages of Grief
Kate learns how to deal.
Anger
She knows they're harmless, like bubbles of air floating just below the sea water. But her tongue is a fine needle of pain.
"Where are you going?" It's Hurley that asks. Everybody's by the campfire waiting for dinner.
"Somebody has to get food." She doesn't look back.
"Locke's already on it, Kate." Like Jack was always on it, she wants to ask Shannon. Instead, she quickens her pace. Nowadays, it's easier for her not to talk; less arguments, less bitter words exchanged, hence, less hollow apologies to be made. And so, the silence thickens and her pain is smothered in it. But once in a while, in the pettiest of circumstances, it rears its ugly head.
"Look, it's not safe out there," Boone calls out.
"Exactly," she says. But she's already too far away for them to hear.
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