Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I'm incredibly lazy. Plus I spent all weekend rewatching all of S2. Umm...I meant to say earlier sorry about the song chapter It kindof uploaded the lyrics weird. Anyways there is going to be one more Chapter after this then sadly it's going to be over. Although I am working on another story called fading memories in case ya'll want anymore Charlie/Claire junk. Although most of my stories are tragedy's. Don't ask me why. They are just what I always seem to write. Sorry If you're confused hopefully you'll get it figured out by the end. Enjoy!

Death

Claire slowly pulled back the blue tarp to reveal the only person who had never saw her flaws. The one person who never judged her. The one person who would have died to protect her. She slowly reached down and brushed his long bangs to the side. Her fingers slowly moved down his cold cheek and down his arm as she grabbed his hand.

She softly began to sob as she remembered how she had grabbed his hand two days before at Ana Lucia and Libby's funerals. Now she wouldn't have anyone's hand to hold for comfort as the man she had loved from the beginning was lowered into the ground. She dropped down to her knees so she would be eye level with the row of seats from the plane he had been placed on.

She began to cry louder as she continued to brush his cheek with her free hand that wasn't holding his. She felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"It's okay to cry, Claire" She looked at Charlie for a moment more before responding.

"I wasn't there…He died by himself…He died before I could…before I could tell him…I loved him…I wasn't there to hold his hand…What if…What if he was scared?" She managed to choke out between sobs.

"I don't think he was scared at all, Claire. In fact, he was very brave. The only thing he would say was 'Tell Claire I'm sorry I hurt her. Tell her I love her' He said it was important for you to decide what to do with his personal belongings"

Claire nodded her head slowly as she turned back to Charlie. As she moved her hand that had been brushing his cheek to his arm she noticed the burn that she had seen the night before in the dream that had been all to real. As she grazed the burn gently, she couldn't help but wonder how she had seen it. How could she have seen it?

"When…when did he get this?"

"Last night during a dynamite explosion in the hatch"

Claire looked at the burn one last time before brushing off the strange feeling crawling inside of her. She slowly bent down and kissed his cold cheek.

"I love you, too" She whispered to him. She looked at the hand she was still grabbing. She slowly took off his Drive Shaft ring, and released his hand. She stood up, brushing his bangs for the last time as she placed the ring on her finger and headed out the door.