Howdy! Ummm...with all the excitement of LOST starting back in 4 days Squee I figure'd I'd post this. Haven't finished it. Not sure where it's going, but I do have like the 1st 3 chapters. Anyways Please comment with any ideas you have or if you like/dislike the story line. With that...
Charlie sat under a huge tree. Staring out onto the ocean. Watching the waves smash against the rocks. This wasn't unusual. He did it every day. Every day for a long, long time. The beach was the same as it had been that horrifying day long ago when fate brought the unfortunate survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 to this place. The only difference from when he had first laid eyes upon it fifteen years ago were the houses. They were in no way advance just log houses. Like people had made by hand in the early 1800's. Michael and Jin had spent months working on them for everyone. There were only a few of them left now. With no one there to keep them up they had caved in. Different things had happened. Storms mainly. Yep, only a few left. Charlie's which stood a few yards away from the old tree was the only one that had been kept up. But that makes sense because of the fact he was the only one still living there. Oh, besides Aaron.
Which leads us to our story. A sad story really, but what love stories aren't? Things don't happen like in the movies. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty aren't real. Love can't save the world and it can't keep you alive forever now can it? Stories with happy endings are stories that haven't ended yet. Everyone dies in the end leaving their loved ones to greave. With that let's begin.
Aaron stared out the window of the old house to look at his father. Aaron being only 14 years old had to grow up before his time. By that I mean he didn't really get to have much of a childhood. He spent most of his days reading old books from the hatch, but you can only read the same books so many times before getting bored. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. They were both light colors not like his father. Charlie's hair was naturally a light brown anyway. It had just been bleached from staying out in the sun all day and his eyes we're dark blue. Nothing like Aaron's crystal colored ones. He was fairly small but was built as well. How couldn't you be growing up on an island? He took mental note that although his father was only 42 he looked as though he were 50. His dirty blonde hair turning lighter and lighter. Soon their would be no color left of it. He had laugh lines that was for sure. Aaron never could figure out where he got them from. In his short life Aaron had never seen his father smile more than 10 times. Usually to wish Aaron a happy birthday or something of that sort. Charlie use to sing. That is until his guitar broke about 5 years back. Aaron was surprised the old thing had survived as long as it had. But when he had had it he'd sing for hours. Mainly sappy love songs. Charlie was great at making songs. Aaron never did ask who they were for and Charlie never told. But ever since that old guitar broke Charlie didn't sing anymore. It wasn't like he spoke much anyway unless Aaron asked him a question. Then it would be the shortest answer possible usually a yes or no…if that. Sometimes it was a simple nod. Aaron really missed the guitar as he looked at the dusty thing sitting in the corner. He missed hearing his father's voice. Even if Charlie wasn't singing to him personally. Aaron would sit by the window and listen to Charlie sing for hours without Charlie even realizing it. Aaron walked out the door and took a seat next to his father.
"Tell me about her" He said suddenly. Charlie looked at Aaron for a second before responding.
"Tell you about who?" He asked as he turned back to the ocean.
"The woman in your songs" Charlie looked down at the ground and then smiled. It was the first time Aaron had seen him smile like that. It wasn't the small fake smile Charlie sometimes put on. It was real. It was sincere. It was definitely big enough to cause a few laugh lines.
"She was beautiful…looked just like you" He said as he looked back to the waves. He them started to talk. Not really to Aaron more like to himself. He looked dazed almost like he wasn't there. Back when he was happy so many years ago. Before Aaron could remember. Almost like he was looking at her… like she was standing there and that was why he was smiling. Aaron leaned back against the old tree hoping he would be listening for a while.
"We met the day of the crash. She was 8 months pregnant with you at the time…yet she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was so cute trying to drag her huge suitcase down the beach herself. I was curious as to why her husband wasn't helping her. I thought maybe he had been on the plane. I went to help her and found out she wasn't married. Why in the world someone so beautiful wasn't married is still a mystery to me…" The beach slowly began to fade and Charlie was back at that day. Helping Claire put her luggage on that old wheelchair and making stupid jokes. Of course he wasn't really there…in reality he was rambling on to Aaron. Probably saying more to the poor child than he ever said to him in his life. But he thought back to that day and he was lost in time. Lost in reality. Lost in Claire.
