Chapter Nine – Confessions
She was his best friend, he knew how she took her coffee, her favourite books, how she wasn't a morning person, but he didn't know much about her at all.
They would drink on the porch together, a few beers or a bottle of wine. One night they drank a little more than usual, he wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sober either.
It was then that he told her about his past, his remorse and regret. What he had missed out on and how he would do things differently.
He spoke of how he felt he had changed, how he enjoyed the safety and security they had now, how he would stay here forever.
He told her about Kate.
It was infatuation, he had thought he loved her. The way he thought he loved Cassidy. It would've never worked in a million years. He did not regret jumping out of the helicopter.
She hadn't love him either.
They spoke about about his daughter. About his friends, the crash survivors.
He told her about his parents, about that night.
When the sun started to rise, he realised he had confessed almost everything to her in one night . . . .
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Usually they would sit on the porch in companionable silence. Drinking a few beers, watching the Dharma folk go about their lives. It was almost like TV.
One night they drank a little more than usual.
She told him what she regretted, what she didn't, and how she would change things.
She told him about her wreck of a marriage, and how the friendship they share is more fulfilling.
She explained how she used to be, and how the island and its inhabitants had changed her for the better, and agreed it had done the same for him.
She admitted she was glad he had jumped out of the helicopter.
They spoke about Goodwin, how she tried to fill a void, she hadn't loved him, but he had died because of her anyway.
They spoke about Ben and her fears.
She told him her reason she desperately needed to go home.
She had never stayed awake all night talking to anyone before, and she had never confessed so much to anyone . . . .
