Fandom: LOST Word Count: Um....yeah. Title: O Holy Night
It's really all I have left in the right now.
Our songs.
I pick up the album's and 45's that we listened to carelessly in the not so distant past. They're everywhere in taste, really. Just like us, I imagine. We floated along on the balmy sea of us for quite a time until everything went wrong and we capsized. That makes me the rescue vessel now, doesn't it?
I walk over to the window. I stood here and cried after he last left me.
"Eight years, Penny..."
I didn't believe him, you know. Who would? Who in their right mind would believe that I wouldn't hear from him for eight years? Twinkling red and green lights shine through the window and I can hear carol singers walking and spreading their seasonal cheer.
I miss him every day. Every beat of my heart echoes his name.
The phone rings.
"Penny?"
It's him. It's really him.
It's just a small thing to get me in the spirit of things. HOpe it's not over terrible.
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Word Count: Um....yeah.
Title: O Holy Night
It's really all I have left in the right now.
Our songs.
I pick up the album's and 45's that we listened to carelessly in the not so distant past. They're everywhere in taste, really. Just like us, I imagine. We floated along on the balmy sea of us for quite a time until everything went wrong and we capsized. That makes me the rescue vessel now, doesn't it?
I walk over to the window. I stood here and cried after he last left me.
"Eight years, Penny..."
I didn't believe him, you know. Who would? Who in their right mind would believe that I wouldn't hear from him for eight years? Twinkling red and green lights shine through the window and I can hear carol singers walking and spreading their seasonal cheer.
I miss him every day. Every beat of my heart echoes his name.
The phone rings.
"Penny?"
It's him. It's really him.
It's just a small thing to get me in the spirit of things. HOpe it's not over terrible.