I'm really sorry It took so long to put the final Chapter of this story up. I just get in moods where I don't feel like writing. Well I think the ending to this story is alittle better than I originally thought it would be. Leave me some reviews to tell me what you think. Remember this was my 1st story so constructive criticism is good. :) Thanks so much for all the great reviews I have gotten for this story & if you like it you should check out my 2nd story Never leave you. I'm really gonna miss writing for Heaven on Earth. With that enjoy the last installment.

Heaven on Earth

Claire stood in front of the tent…his tent. She was somewhat scared to go in. The walk from the church which should have taken 15 minutes tops ended up taking an hour. It could have been because she was in her own dazed world. She wasn't crying. She had stopped that as soon as she turned away from him. As soon as she could say it wasn't happening. She had just walked down the beach like a mindless zombie. More like floating, actually. Treading the sand so lightly as to barely leave a footprint. She wasn't thinking of anything. A couple of times she even forget where she was heading in the 1st place. Or the more likely cause, for her late arrival at the tent was that she wanted to hold onto the hope that he's be there strumming his guitar at her arrival. That he would say 'Morning, love. How'd you sleep? Sorry I left so early, I wanted to surprise you by setting up a picnic lunch. I didn't worry you, did I?' But, now she was here at his tent, and he very clearly wasn't. There could be no more postponing of the inevitable. She walked into the tent, took a deep breath, and dropped to her knees before she could lose her balance. Claire looked at the total mess around her. She could definitely tell there had been a male living there by himself. His guitar lay on its back towards the end of the tent. She gently picked it up, avoiding the strings at all cost. The last thing in the world she wanted was for one to break. She wanted his hands to be the last to touch the well-worn strings. She gently slid it in its case and placed it aside. His hoodie sat in the middle of the tent. She could tell he had thrown it down in a hurry by the way it was laying. The hoodie…his hoodie. Probably the thing she wanted most. Why? She couldn't even tell you that herself. Maybe she thought it would feel like him, or better yet maybe she hoped it would have his scent. Not a very good scent. The scent of hurt and anger. She picked it up quickly only to hear the breaking of glass as a familiar, empty, glass jar tumbled to the ground. That's when she lost it. Claire couldn't take it anymore. What had she ever done to deserve this. To learn to love just in time to have it ripped away. She picked up his clothes and threw them out of the tent, his luggage went next one thing after another went flying out of the tent until all that was left was a guitar, a hoodie, and a broken imaginary peanut butter jar. She dropped down to the floor again. She was sobbing so uncontrollably that everything was blurry. She pulled the hoodie over her head, making sure the hood was as far over her face as it could reach. She sat like that for a long time, with her knees pulled against her chest. Finally she laid down. Exhausted from crying and worrying. Reaching her hands into the pocket of the hoodie, she felt the crinkle of a piece of paper. Pulling it out and unfolding it gently she read the all too familiar lyrics.

I think it's her eyes and her hair,
Or maybe the way she pretends that she cares.
And the way that she looks today,
makes me tremble but in a good way.
You probably think that I'm high,
But believe me, I wouldn't even try.
Now you smiling so wide, and your batting your eyes
And I'm sorry that I made you cry.

Then maybe that smile'd be for me,
But I guess we just weren't meant to be,
And my voice is shaking now, along with me hands,

Could I be any weaker of a man?
Cause your all that I see, and your all that I need.
But I'm out of my league once again.

It's strange now, that I'm sitting here.

Without any worries or fears.

Will you actually give me a chance,

As we try out this brand new romance?

And now as I sit here and stare,

As you thoughtlessly thumb through your hair.

I feel that I'm falling in love,

With an angel that fell from above.

Now your laughing and batting your eyes,

And there's no need to think of goodbyes.
Yeah, your all that I see and your all that I need,

And I'm out of my league once again.

And now that my heaven is here.

There's nothing that I need to fear.

Claire's eyes were wide as she reread the lyrics over and over again. It couldn't have been a dream. She had heard this. He had sang this to her the night before. Suddenly flashes of their conversation from the previous day buzzed through her head.

"I want this night to be special, Claire. I just want to lie under the stars together, talking all night. I want to learn everything about you. Things that you've never trusted with anyone before. I want us to reassure each other that everything is going to be okay."

"I think you'll be rescued very soon"

"You'll? You act as though you aren't included."

"You don't have to worry about that, love. I'll never leave you…promise."

"Hey, Claire?"

"Yeah"

"What do you think heaven's like?"

"Like here"

"This island?"

"No…This moment…"Why are you so worried about heaven?"

"Well he got half of it right. You're doing it Claire. You're doing it without anyone's help. On an island at that…If you ask me, you're the best mum ever"

"I…I…wouldn't be here…without you"

"I don't think that's true at all. I think you'd be here and you'd be doing just as good without me"

"No"

"Claire, look at me…You CAN do this, Claire. You can make it. You can make it without me. You can make it without Locke. You can make it without Jack."

"But I don't have to. You're always gonna be here, right?…No matter what."

"No matter what"

"That was beautiful. How did you just make that up on the spot?"

"Magic, love. Maybe I'll let you read the best part ever"

"Saving the best for last, huh?"

"Of course. You know I wouldn't just leave you empty handed"

"Goodnight, Charlie…I'll see you tomorrow"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you hear from me"

"He knew" Claire said quickly as she snapped back into reality. "You knew" She said as she began frantically rereading the lyrics looking for a sign…any sign. As she read the last line out loud she couldn't help, but look up at the heavens.

And now that my heaven is here.

There's nothing that I need to fear.

Claire, sorry I had to leave on such short notice. I didn't really have a say in the matter. Your going to be okay. I promise. Your going to be rescued. Your going to get married. Your going to have a family. Your going to live to be 93. I'll be there for you always. To keep you safe. To keep you warm on winter nights. To protect you. You were my Heaven on Earth, Claire. And I'll be yours. I've loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. And I'll love you for eternity.

Yours Always Charlie

Claire slowly pulled the hood off her head. She looked down to read the words again, but all she saw we're the lyrics and nothing more. But it was enough, he was there and that's all she needed, and she swears she could feel a kiss on her cheek as she said with a smile. "I'll see you in awhile, Charlie…I'll see you in awhile"

END

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