"Hey, Boone," I say, crouching down in front of his cross. "So, last night Desmond told Charlie he was gonna die. And as much as I want to believe that Des is a crack-pot, I can't. Because I think it's my fault. Hurley told me he was cursed. That he played the hatch numbers for the lottery and it made him bad luck, but I think it's me.
"Remember I told you how my mom died? And that guy I met in the army, Rory? Ever since then, it's like death follows me. And it's not fair. It's not fair that your life had to end or that Shannon's had to end just because I decide that you're my friend…or more. And now Charlie is gonna die? Is this my fault? Is he the next person on a long list of friends I've made? God knows what's happened to Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. And I don't even consider Jack and Sawyer my friends. Maybe Kate, but that's a recent development.
I stop and take a breath. "I'm sorry I'm rambling. It's just, these stupid thoughts in my head are killing me. And there's nothing to do to make them go away. Jack's gone and everyone at camp is looking for someone to tell them that everything's gonna be okay. That we're all gonna see the sun rise tomorrow. Live together, die alone, all that Jack crap.
"I just wish you were here. You'd tell me I was being crazy and I'd actually believe you. Wouldn't that be nice?"
I stand and start to leave, but I turn back at the last second. "Thanks for the necklace. It's like a part of you is with me." I hold the talisman on the cord and walk back to my tent.