The sight of Ana Lucia Cortez is just about equally horrific as that of Dr. Leslie Arzt. The sight of Ana Lucia Cortez, drunk and crying, is a sight most people would rather die than see. It is about 108 times worse than her when she is sober and happy, and 4815162342 times worse than the sight of an Arzna kiss.

So when she came running through the main camp in this state, just as people were heading off to bed after a long, tiring day, you can imagine the reaction.

Charlie ran off to find a gun, believing it to be Zombie Ethan, back from the dead to steal Claire. Kate gasped and covered her face with her hand, then burst into tears. Locke squinted the wrong way down the beach, his elderly eyes not being sharp enough to see in the dark. He was the luckiest there that night...

The whole camp was in chaos, but Ana ran straight through, oblivious to the island around her. She ran down to an empty part of the beach and collapsed on the sand.

As soon as she was gone, the castaways were back to normal. Charlie put the gun in the back of his pants, Kate wiped away her tears, and Locke just sat calmly, saying to himself that if anything were attacking the other survivors, the island would save him.

But before anyone could make it back to their shelters (except the random girl with really long blonde hair. Damn her!), another monstrosity graced their sights.

"ANA! COME BACK, TOOTSIE-PIE!" It screamed.

Now everyone was scared and confused. That thing back there was ANA?

Arzt ran, stopped for a rest, then ran again, after his one and only. When he saw a drunken lump lying on the ground ahead of him, whimpering pathetically, he guessed it must be her.

He walked cautiously toward her, as he had heard certain people could explode without warning. He crouched down beside her.

"Ana?" he said softly. "Honey? Look, I'm really sorry... it was a mistake; I didn't mean any of that. You know that, right? Please forgive me."

Ana looked up at him, betrayed.

"Forgive you? How the hell could I do that, after what you said -

"I said I didn't mean it, Ana!"

"Yeah, well, I did. I did think you were different. I thought you were different to all the other men in my life... I thought... I thought you loved me. And I thought I loved you." Ana's voice strained against sobs. "But I was wrong. Just like I was wrong about every other fckin' thing in my life." Her body shuddered from tears of anger and sadness. She stood up and brushed her tears away fiercely. Arzt sat on the ground, gazing up at Ana.

Ana gave him a cold look and ran back down to the camp, slipping into her tent before anyone could see her. Arzt fell back on the sand, his whole world crumbling in a matter of seconds.

He could of gone after her, but her didn't. He could be lying with her on their first ever Arzna day together, but he wasn't. And it was all his fault.

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The next day, Ana got up as normal. She had decided that Arzt was definitely no different from all the other men she had dated. And been betrayed by. But nowadays she didn't give those men a second thought, and Arzt was going to be the same. She wasn't going to let him get to her. So she got up, got dressed, brushed her hair, and grabbed some breakfast. She went about the day just like any other, ignoring Arzt if she ever saw him. She could live without him. There was just one tiny problem, something that made him different to all the others.

She was still in love with him.