012. Orange
They walked past Sun's garden that night. Jack tried not to think about Sun or the others who had disappeared, been wounded, or died.
He caught Kate looking at him.
"It isn't your fault."
"I know," he said, but he knew neither of them believed him. They kept walking through the dark, their torch leaving trails across their eyes.
Kate stopped.
Jack took an extra two steps before he stopped and turned.
Kate came up close to him and brushed her hair back.
"It's not your fault."
She kissed him again, and this time neither stopped for a long time.