PART 2
Zoe watched the others leave, watched the smiles, the playfullness, the. . .love. Love. I used to have that, she thought, tears welling in her eyes. Then the memories came to her unbidden. "I'm a leaf on the wind, watch how I . . ." A harpoon, flying through the viewport, impaling Wash.
She tried to stop the memory, but it still went on. . .
The shock of seeing him slump over in his chair, her running to him, and not believing what she knew to be true. He was gone. "Baby? Baby, come on, we gotta go." She cradled his face next to hers, sobbing. Then Mal, "Zoe!" pulling her down, away from the next shot that would've killed her too.
The tears fell down her face, and she quickly wiped them away, "You should've left me there. . ." she said quietly, to Mal, who she thought was too far away to hear.
A FEW HOURS LATER
After a few unsuccesfull attempts at sleeping, Zoe gave up on it. For weeks now, she had caught herself waking up, disoriented, calling out his name, and eventually crying herself to sleep remembering the harsh reality of it. It was no different now, especially now.
Zoe got up, and dressed. She walked off the boat, and just began walking, to no place in particular. Eventually, she found herself standing in front of the post office. Something told her to go in, reluctantly she did. . .