This chapter isn't from Livien's point of view because I couldn't think of how to explain Charlie's background all the way without waiting too long and getting bored of waiting or forgetting my idea.

Charlie's POV

He had watched her since the moment he saw her. The moment he felt his heart squeeze; the time after he had almost died. He knew he'd have to get to know her. He knew it was his fate to fall upon this ruddy island to know her, even if it wouldn't help his grief.

Of course, he knew she was a too young, but heck, other than that, she was her spitting image! Sammy's image… At the moment, he didn't even care what her name was, he just needed to find the right time to talk to her, and before some sort of rescue team arrived. He wondered if she would act like Sammy, too. If she does, he'd offer her a place to live near him back home, all expenses paid, of course.

Charlie looked back as something dropped behind him… An engine! The second time he's almost been killed in the last day! He stared at the engine for a minute before walking off; it didn't really faze him for some reason.

The table was small and circular, and Charlie had placed a small book upon it. He took a pen out of his British style jacket and began writing a song that called to him. As the pen flowed freely on his paper, his leg started to bounce up and down, becoming more and more excited at the prospect of another song. It's amazing how humans resemble dogs in this manner. Humans twitch their legs; dogs' tails twitch; which is precisely what Charlie was doing as he wrote.

A chair scratched the floor at a table across him. This sound caught his attention, and he looked up to see a lovely girl of twenty-three with long dark hair, a white complexion, and sparkling brown eyes. He had never considered brown eyes particularly interesting until this point.

Her eyes stopped at his, and she smiled at him. He smiled back.

Throughout his time in this café, he kept exchanging glances with her when he occasionally looked up from his journal and when she took the time to stop reading her novel, until he saw that she was leaving. He didn't like the idea of leaving without knowing her name, so he stood up and went after her.

"Wait!" he called as he left the café. The lady turned around. When she realized it was the guy from the coffee place, she stopped and waited. "Hi," said Charlie when he reached her seconds later.

"Hi," she replied.

"What's your name?"

"Samantha, but you can call me Sammy."

"Pleasure to meet you, Sammy," he said, sticking his right hand out to shake. "I'm Charlie."

She smiled and shook his hand.

Charlie found himself sitting at a log, his thoughts continuously on the thought of heroin. Just an hour earlier, he thought he could quit now he was on this island, but knowing it was in his pocket didn't make it a simple task.

He started looking around. Once realizing no one bothered to watch him, he made his way toward a ring of trees far enough from the beach, but not quite far. He took his little bag of heroin out of the pocket of his black sweatshirt, holding it like Frodo would hold his powerful ring in Lord of the Rings. He untied the bag and took some of the brown powder with his fingers, and licked the bits off his fingers. Not quite satisfied, he took a bit more on his fingers and brought it close to his nose, sniffing it deeply. Feeling relieved, he tied the bag up again, and carefully concealed it in his pockets once more.

Days later, Charlie had given up his drugs due to the fact his guitar found its way back to him. Strumming his guitar helped with his withdrawal symptoms, and that was a bliss, but it didn't help today. Today, he needed something else to do. He didn't want to play his bloody guitar.

His mind told him to go for a walk, and he readily obeyed. Muffled sobs met his ears only a few steps later, and he went to check it out. When he reached the other side of the beach, he saw her crying. The girl that looked like Sammy.

Light reflected off the ring, making it sparkle beautifully. The stone inside was blue sapphire, like the night sky Sammy loved so much. It was cut square, and laid on a white gold band. Although the ring was simple, it held much elegance and beauty. Charlie had to forget about buying anything new for a while in order to buy this, but it didn't matter as long as she loved it and said yes to his proposal.

However, he saddened a little when he realized he wouldn't have this problem if Driveshaft would finally have their big break. He sighed and pushed that thought out of his mind. Tonight was the night. No time for thoughts like this.

He finally reached her apartment building, and walked up the stairs leading to her flat. He knocked and waited for an answer. Moments passed, and he knocked again. Still no answer. He became confused because it wasn't like her to just ditch him when they had a planned date. A sigh reached his lips as he sat down next to her door, hoping she'd come soon.

"Charlie?" Livien asked. She had only told him her name moments before… Charlie thought it was a lovely name, even if it didn't really suit her.

"Yes?" he said, fingers dancing with the guitar strings.

"Why," she started.

"Why," he repeated. "Why what?"

"Why are you here… with me?"

He felt his smile start to fade, and a serious look formed in his eyes. He swallowed a huge amount of air, waiting a moment before releasing it. His eyes met hers in a way of letting her know his answer would be serious, and that perhaps she wouldn't understand it. "You look like someone I know back home," he said, his voice a little solemn. "I feel connected to you that way."

"Who do I look like?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Maybe I'll tell you some other time." He felt like now would be the right time to leave, and stood up, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I'll talk to you later," he said softly.

Charlie sat in the hospital room, tightly holding her hand. Although, he knew she had left consciousness a long time ago, he felt as if he needed to be strong for her. He held back all the salty tears from his eyes. He didn't want her to think she was going to die... He didn't want to think she was going to die.

"Well, that's not true," he said to himself. "There's a chance she'll live… Just a small chance." He bit his lip and rested his head at the edge of the mattress by her hand. "Don't cry," he whispered to himself.

A sound from the machine caught his attention. It made a steady long beat. Charlie immediately jumped out of his chair and yelled for a nurse. Surely, a long beat means something bad.

Not long after, a group of doctors came, and Charlie stood in the back of the room watching as they tried to revive her. They tried about three times, and sadly announced her death on August 15th, 2002, twenty-four minutes and forty-two seconds past eleven.

Charlie closed his eyes. He felt the area around his heart tighten, and the tears trying to make their way out. But, no, he wouldn't let them out. Not now. He found himself walking quickly out the hospital. When he finally made it back to his flat, he broke down in tears.

Sammy was gone.

Everyone was still sleeping when Charlie woke up. He felt the need to be alone, and walked farther down the beach. He looked back and saw Livien still asleep. Of course, he still felt sad about not finding Sammy's picture, but as long as Livien didn't mind him around, he could live without it for a bit longer.

A/N: I hoped I portrayed the drug usage thing okay because I don't cough use drugs cough

And… I'd just like you all to wonder what exactly happened to Sammy… And… I hope this chapter was different from the rest of mine in a good way. I'd love feedback.

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