((This chapter is after Boone dies, like two days after. Still no joy on the owning front, alas. :())

From Sawyers point of view...

I want to hold her. Want to tell her it's okay. I want to make love to her but I want it to be comforting. I want to tell her that it will be okay again, and that everything will sort itself out in time. I want to breathe on her shoulder and her neck, and let her tears soak my clothes. I want to make sure that she doesn't feel guilt. I want to kiss her soft skin, and I want to love her more than I ever have, ever before. But I don't know if I can. I don't know how.

From Shannons point of view...

I want him to stay away. I want him to let me breathe. I want to know that he's here for me, but only when I'm ready to need him.. But I also want to curl up on his lap and let him hold me. I want to bury myself in him. I want him to always be there, but I want him to leave me alone. I want him to know how guilty I feel. But I want him to yell at me until it brings me back down to earth. I want him to fuck me harder and nastier than ever before so I can cry even harder, because I love him and it hurts. But I want him to leave me alone. And I want him to love me.