It had been six months. Six months since the day they had been rescued off the island they knew as their home for so long. Every day was like another blur to Jack – he couldn't remember what he'd had for breakfast the very same morning, or what color tie he had on without looking. Sometimes, he couldn't even remember where he lived – the thought of living at an actual street address being so foreign after the two years on the island.
But he remembered her.
He remembered every detail about her – the gold flecks in her hazel eyes, the way her freckles stood out in the sun and made her even more beautiful than she already was, the look in her eyes when she heard about the boat coming to save them from the island. He remembered sinking, and the guava seeds, and most of all, the golf game. They had finished, with her winning of course, and when they got back to the beach, everything had changed. He had been so happy until he saw the look in her eyes, the fear. He felt her world crumbling in on itself, and his went with hers. She was so much a part of him that anything she did, anything she felt, affected him and his world. He tried to reassure her, tell her it would be okay, but he knew it wouldn't. And he was right – they handcuffed her as soon as they saw her on the shoreline. She didn't put up a fight, but he knew how much it was killing her inside, to be humiliated like this in front of the people she had come to know as the closest thing to family she had.
And then she ran. He hadn't even gotten off the boat yet, was still waiting in line, when he saw her take off. They had taken off her handcuffs momentarily, and in that second, her instincts had kicked in. She ran as fast as she could, pushing through the reporters and media that gathered around the dock, blinding everyone with the constant flash of their cameras. He didn't know where she had run to, or how she had gotten away, but he knew she was still on the run. He hadn't talked to her in six months, though it felt like six years to Jack.
He'd tried to push her out of his mind, focus on the work he had to do and move on with his life. He even went out on a few dates with people Silverman had hooked him up with, but the whole time, he was thinking of Kate. Wishing to be with her, to just talk to her for one more minute so he could tell her how he felt. Sure, there were hard times on the island with Kate – they always seemed to have a back-and-forth relationship and he didn't understand a lot of what she did or how she needed him to respond – but regardless, she was a part of him - a part that he missed and longed for every single day.
So he waited for the day that he would be able to see her again, to talk to her. He waited and hoped because that and his memories were all he had left.