Earth
Author's Note: Number 53. I actually chose this one myself. -is proud-
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"Sun, we found this on the beach," Claire said, holding out the champagne bottle nervously. Sun was puzzled, but only for a moment. Through the green-tinted glass, she could see the few scraps of paper that the survivors had managed to find. Letters home.
She paled. "I'll take care of it," she said, pretending to be calm. Kate, from just behind Claire, looked at Sun suspiciously, but let it go. Sun smiled unconvincingly.
Kate and Claire nodded and walked away.
Sun waited until the girls' voices and footsteps and faded into an eerie silence. She dropped to her knees and cradled the bottle to her heart. "Don't be dead, don't be dead," she whispered, prayed, in Korean. Tears spilled unrelenting from her eyes, and Sun shook hysterically.
But she calmed herself. Sun dried the tears from her eyes, and began to dig. After a few minutes of panicked clawing at the dirt next to her garden, there was a decent sized whole. Big enough for a medium sized champagne bottle. Sun placed it in and smoothed the earth back over it. The earth, that no one would ever dig up again.
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Dear Mother,
I'm okay, I promise. Jin and I were on flight 815, and it crashed. But don't worry about me. I'm fine, I promise I'm fine. Jin is taking this, and other, letters with him on a raft to find help. And once he does, we're leaving, Mother. I'm sorry, but we can't stay like this with you any longer. I love you.
Sun