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A/N: Next part should hopefully be up within the week, possibly sooner.

Jack sat down next to Sun uncomfortably. He could almost taste the pain that was emanating from her. She was still staring straight ahead, but then she closed her eyes and took a deep intact of breath. When she let it out, it was shaky, as though she was holding back her tears again.

"I have something that might help you," Jack showed her the bottle of pills and she glanced to them before looking away again.

"What are they?"

"Nothing, they're just some mild sedatives." Sun remained silent, giving no acknowledgement that she had heard Jack. "I think they might help."

"Help with what?"

"Getting over…"

She turned to face Jack, her voice cracking, "help me get over Jin? He was my husband Jack, I loved him. I don't want to forget him!"

"They won't make you forget him. They'll just… ease the pain a bit."

"I don't want the pain to go away. As long as its there, it means that I still love him."

Jack sighed, he didn't know how to convince her that she needed to move on. He placed the bottle in the sand next to her and stood up, "well, they're there if you change your mind. Instructions are on the bottle."

He walked back up the beach, passing Michael who had been pottering around a tent aimlessly.

Michael gazed at Sun. He hadn't heard what she had said to Jack but he had looked annoyed when he had left. He could see the bottle of pills lying next to her and assumed that she had refused to take them. He felt a small amount of pride well up inside him that she hadn't been bullied into it.

He rummaged through his suitcase for another minute, feeling a pang of guilt and anger every time he saw one of Walt's items. He still hadn't found him, there hadn't been any word of him since the raft had exploded. He glanced from the items to Sun and back again. She was fiddling with her wedding ring and he suddenly felt connected with her. They were going through similar situations. Although he didn't want to talk about Walt he couldn't ignore that she might want to talk about Jin.

He walked over and sat down next to her, being ignored.

"What's wrong?" He berated himself internally the moment he said it, it had just been a reflex he had learned to say when people looked upset.

"Nothing."

Michael sat with Sun in silence for a minute, racking his brain to come up with something to start a conversation with her, so he didn't look like he had imposed himself upon her. In the end he settled for, "what's wrong" again.

"Nothing."

"Did Jack say something to you about Jin?"

She didn't move a muscle while she spoke, "he said that I had to move on. That grieving is okay but I can't keep doing it."

Michael felt anger flash through him. Jack obviously had no idea what it was like to grieve for someone. He tentatively laid a hand on her shoulder and she still didn't look at him, but smiled a little. "You don't have to stop. With Walt, holding onto his memory is all that's keeping me from lying on the sand and never moving again. That and the hope of finding him again…" He realised that he must have sounded harsh saying that he could still have Walt back, but she didn't seem to pick up on it.

"It must be hard for you."

"Yeah, it is. You know, you don't have to force yourself to feel better. When you need to you will."

"Thank you Michael. I think I want to sit here and watch the ocean for a while. It helps me to think."

Michael took his hand off her shoulder, standing up. He felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, he had got Sun to realise that she didn't have to stop thinking about Jin, but on the other hand, she still didn't want to open up to anyone about it. He had walked a few steps before he heard her.

"Michael, wait!" He looked back and saw that she was staring at him, "you can sit here as well if you want."

Michael went and sat back down. And for what seemed like an eternity all he did was stare at the ocean and think of Sun and Walt.