It was another sunday at the beach, which almost looked like some vacations since the day flight oceanic 815 crashed. Claire couldn't remember how many days, weeks are months they were here with no one to rescue them. Her life for now was here, with all the survivors and Aaron her son.
But these was not vacations, mostly when you have a black smoke monster into the Jingle, or the "Others", some people living on the island, who were hostiles.
" Hey Charlie ! " Claire headed to her closest friend among the survivors with her baby in her arms. "i was wondering if you can take care of Aaron for a while.
" Sure i can help ! let me take him " Charlie replied always excited to help Claire. " Is there something's wrong ? " he asked while hugging the boy in his own arm.
" I think, i just need to be alone for a moment, i mean, i'm taking care everyday of Aaron, i don't get anytime for me "
" Ooh ! You know i can come with you, i'll have Aaron with me you'll don't need to..." Charlie stopped, as he realized that Claire just said she needed some free times. " Just don't get too far ok ? "
" Yeah. Thank you Charlie. And please don't tell Jack "
" No problem and if you have any problem just scream and i'll come "
Claire nodded and left Charlie and Aaron together. She started to walk all along the beach, barefoot on the water. She didn't want to go into the jingle anyway. She began to think about her life, how it was before and how it will be after, if there's "an after", when...
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