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Night brightens as the love lights up as if it was a candle. All he could see was her. Her eyes, bright and blue. Her face, soft and white. Her lips, as red as a rose. Her body, like something he couldn't even describe. Her laugh, as tinkling as a bell. And her voice, like a fairies, calling him in his dreams. He just couldn't forget about her. He couldn't imagine being with her. It never worked out the way he wanted it to in his dreams! "Claire." he whispered.
Her name was like a piece of a delectable chocolate. He savored it until he could taste it no more. He would sigh every time he mentioned her name. He could never survive if someone said that she hated him.
He remembered reading her diary. He always knew that Sawyer was lying when he said that Claire hated him. But then he read the words she wrote about him in her diary. "I love the way Charlie makes me feel. Even in a scary place like this he makes me feel safe." he whispered to himself.
He silently turned the water off in the bathroom and walked out to his wife. His beautiful wife, and his beautiful adoptive son. It was good to finally be off the island. Even if it only turned out to be a dream. At least he could say that the nightmares had stopped.
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Please R&R. You can give me flames...I really don't care