Title: Alone
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. A girl can dream, but alas...
Summery: Set somewhere after ...in Translation; You weren’t enough. Your love wasn’t enough to make him stay.
Author's Note: This was pretty organic. It just...came out. I think it was something that I needed to get out. I also wrote it in the a style I've never done before. This was written for psych_30, prompt #6: Inferiority Complex.



You don’t know where you stand with him. It frustrates you. You can’t sort out when to stay, when to go, when to fight, when to relent. You often wind up alone and confused and wondering how a good thing turned into this mess.

You wish you could convince yourself that every time he stares through you instead of at you, every time he dismisses you without a single glance, that your heart doesn’t break just a little bit more. Hatred, anger, those things you can deal with. But indifference is cruel. Being made to feel insignificant, isolated, alone is more then you can bear.

You think it will end. You pray it will. You nurse the vain hope that one night he will appear, possessions in tow, and tell you that he loves you, that he misses you. But deep inside you, you believe that day will never come.

This is your fault. You know it is. You know your lies and your deception have pushed him away, made him stay away. You know that you live in a hell of your own making, that your life lays in shambles at your feet because of your actions. And no amount of wishing that things were different can undo what you have done.

You weren’t enough. Your love wasn’t enough to make him stay. So you cave into yourself. You don’t say a word, to him, to anyone.

You are alone.