by Iselin

It's funny how the people you care most about is the ones that can hurt you the most. Also, how the ones you love are the ones that you trust no matter what. You can't really hate a person as much as if it's a person you love.
Kate felt like her head was spinning. The whole world seemed unreal in some way. Like it was just a dream. She was walking, still she couldn't feel her feet. She was numb.

Ana had slept with Sawyer. She'd touched him in places Kate never had. She had gotten to feel his bare chest next to hers. His lipps on hers. Jealousy and anger filled her.
Kate knew it was selfish but she felt like Ana had taken something of hers. Sawyer belonged to her. His smile was only for her to see. His body only for her to touch. His lipps only for hers. Sawyer was Kate's in the same way Kate was Sawyer's. His Freckles.

She was at the beach. Everything was so quiet. She was sitting near the water letting the waves crash over her feet as they came into shore. She couldn't even hear the crashing waves. It was like someone had pushed the 'off' button of every sound on the island. It was a good feeling. She felt all alone. Maybe in the end being alone is the best, she thought bitterly. No one can hurt you if you're alone.

She was waken by a hard, loud sound of scraping metal. A light came from the outside as she could see that man, Tom, coming into the cell. Tom was having a dragging something into the cell. A man.
"I'm sorry to bother you Kate but we seem to have a little trouble making room for all of your other friends. I hope you don't mind sharing with this cowboy." Kate panicked as she saw Sawyer's bloody face. She tried to run over to him but the chains around her wrists held her back and she was thrown back in the wall behind her. His limp body was placed right by the door.
"I understand you two know each other?" Tom said to Kate with a smile as he turned around and left. Closing the door behind him in a fast motion.
Kate tried to hold back her tears. It was no use. "Sawyer..." she whispered as the first tears ran down her freckled cheeks.

It The air wasn't cold but still Kate couldn't feel the warmth.
Maybe he's right. Sorry doesn't really make any difference. It still happened. Kate realized suddenly that it could never really be the same. She couldn't see Sawyer the same way again. She still loved him. But the trust... She had thought of Sawyer as someone who would never hurt her. She didn't anymore.

She realized she'd been sitting in the same spot for hours now. Completely still. Still something had changed in that time. Somewhere deep inside her she realized she'd already forgiven Sawyer. And that made her angry beyond words.
Her heart had already forgiven him. Her mind was angry with her heart. It was like a hard and painful fight going on inside her. Her heart saying she had to be with Sawyer. Sawyer was her reason for living. Her mind fighting against her saying she can't allow herself to be a fool for love. If you give into this you'll only end up loosing yourself.

Water on one side. Fire on the other side. Kate was in the middle of it. She was fighting to keep herself away from the flames and still she feared drowning if she tried to walk away from them. She could see the blue sky above her. She felt like if she tried to reach out she could touch it. Her hand was about to tuoch the sky when her hand was grabbed by someone. Jack. He tried to drag her away from the fire and Kate realized why. Sawyer. He was standing there covered in flames. He reached out his hand as an invitation for her to join him. She tried to fight against Jack's grip but she couldn't. A part of her wanted to get away from the flames. The part that wanted to go to Sawyer was too weak to fight alone. Sawyer was calling her name. Kate was crying. She couldn't seem to go back for him. Silence. Then her body dropped through the magic floor that kept her over the water. She was sinking. Deeper and deeper.

Kate woke up with a tremble. She was in her tent. It was still dark outside. Still recovering from the dream Kate made a choice. She knew what she had to do.