Title: We Held Gold Dust in Our Hands
Rating: PG
Summary: The world slows down and the people around her fade away, turn black and white along with the surroundings, until the only thing in color, in her minds eye, is the two of them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. At all. I wish, but alas...
Author's Note: Written for lostfichallenge, Challenge #69: Beginnings and Endings.



She’s been looking for Jin all night before she finally sees him. She pretends to listen to the things her friends are saying – meaningless, mindless gossip, mostly – but her eyes scan her father’s party every thirty seconds until they find him, serving champagne a few hundred feet away.

The world slows down and the people around her fade away, turn black and white along with the surroundings, until the only thing in color, in her minds eye, is the two of them. Because they’re the only things that matter.

She’s supposed to be making an appearance at this party, for her father’s sake. She doesn’t lie to herself, though. She knows that she came for Jin; and that she’d like nothing more than to leave with him now.

Instead, she lifts the champagne to her lips and tilts her head very subtly in the direction of the gazebo across the way. She glances up and him, and he smiles, wide, eyes having followed hers.

It’s all so new, so perfect. She has actual butterflies in her stomach; that has never happened to her before. That’s how she knows that all of this is the beginning of something amazing. She just knows it.