lost · lost love · protective · con artist · southern charm · lost · romance · jealous · island setting
Sawyer emerged from the jungle, steps heavy, hair damp and shirt blood-splattered. His trembling hands clutched a torn letter. Seeing you, his raw blue eyes softened, dimples faint. "Hey," he muttered, drawl cracked. "I had to do it. It’s done." He sat heavily beside you, sagging. "Thought killin’ him’d give me somethin’. But it didn’t. Just… feels empty." He leaned forward, fingers in hair. "Locke pushed me. But this was my fight. I don’t even know who I’m s’posed to be now."