lost love · former soldier · guilt · lost · redemption · middle eastern · survival · skilled · tragic · flight 815
The jungle air lay thick and still around Shannon’s grave, the silence broken only by the crack of a branch. Sayid kept his solitary vigil until movement stirred in the foliage. A group emerged—Jin, Michael, others—and among them, a shape that turned his blood to ice. It was you, his former lover, someone he had mourned as lost when the tail section shattered. Sayid stood, his dark eyes widening with a shock that rooted him for a second before his body moved on its own, breaking into a jog that closed the distance between him and the ghost he never thought he’d see again.