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Chapter Two

The bomb falls out of his hands. I brace myself for whatever is about to come.

Maybe we were never supposed to be together. But maybe we were. Maybe we were always supposed to be together.

Of course I chose now to have second thoughts.

I clench my teeth together, silently begging for time to rewind. I couldn't have another second to think. I couldn't stand this Juliet that is so vulnerable and unsure.

I want to go back to the when I was strong and independent Juliet.

And I want to stay here with James forever.

The seconds seem to stretch into hours. Jack, Kate and James all open their eyes, checking their surroundings. It's the same as it was a minute ago. The gun is still in my hands. The construction site is still around us. James is still here. I'm still aching.

"This don't look like LAX."

As if my heart shattering wasn't enough for one day, my mind now snaps too. The band, stretching to keep my thoughts in check, has reached its limit and my thoughts run wild.

Of course it didn't work.

But if it didn't erase, does that mean we are meant to be?

But he looked at her…

Can I really let one little look erase the last three years?

The cages, the helicopter…

The flaming arrows, the sub. The flower…

I couldn't take much more of this.

Echoing all I am feeling, the ground begins to shake. Things start to fly around us. The structures crack and fall. It all becomes as broken as I am.

Its chaos everywhere, but I can't seem to move. I watch it all unfold, thinking again how one wrong choice leads to another and another and suddenly you are stuck with no idea how you got there and no idea where you should go.

Was this really what we supposed to do? Or was I just desperate for a way to erase the pain?

Before I can even begin searching for the answer, a chain wraps around me. I fall to the ground and am dragged towards the hole.

I let out a scream.

"Help!"

"Juliet!" Kate comes running towards me. She grabs hold of the chain, but it isn't enough.

"Come on!" She yells. "Sawyer!"

I can't hold back another scream as the chains become tighter around my body; the pull harder to resist.

"Sawyer!" Kate tries again desperately. Everything becomes distant as I try and find something to hold onto. Nothing is strong enough.

My bloody hand slips off the metal bar. I am about to die.

In that last second, I think of James. I love him, and he loves me, and that's all that really matters. When two people love each other, they should be together.

And I'll never get the chance to tell him I was wrong.

I start to fall with so much left unsaid. I close my eyes and can't stop screaming until I feel a hand on mine. My eyes open in shock. I knew that hand all too well.

"Where do you think you're going, Blondie?"

He came. He always has my back.

I almost smile, but the chains continue to crush me. I groan as I try to resist the pain.

"Kate! Help me get those chains off!" She leans over me as I frantically try to pull myself up with no success. I could feel myself slipping.

"Hold on!" Sawyer orders. "You hold on!"

"I can't," I cry. I was so desperately to listen to him. I try again to move. "I can't get up."

There have been other times when I thought the world would crash down on me. When Rachel told me she had cancer, when I realized Ben would never let me leave. When I was held hostage with a broken plate against my neck, leaving me helpless as Jack began to open the door leading to the ocean and Ben ran out, leaving us to drown. When I was about to be executed.

But this time was different. This time, there is no way out. This time, I am starring right into the eyes of all I want, and-all because of me-I won't ever be able to have it.

"I got you."

"I can't," Kate says. Everything is moving too quickly. The pain, the breaking, his screams and mine, they all blur together.

This is it.

"I can't reach them."

This is the end.

"You hold on."

I look at him, knowing I can't hold on much longer.

"I got you."

Eventually, he'll have to let go.

The structure above me begins to break.

"Sawyer," Kate cries.

He'll die too…

And with that realization, I have the strength to let go.

I loosen my grip on his hand.

He tightens his. "Don't you leave me."

I have to.

"It's okay."

"Don't you leave me. You hold on!"

With only seconds left, I tell him the only thing that really matters. "I love you."

"No!" He pleads. "You don't let go!"

"I love you, James." I let myself cry. I'm doing this for him.

"No!"

I feel the heavy metal continue to split. I have to let go. I have too.

And so I say one last thing. "I love you so much."

And then I let go.

*

At first I don't realize that I'm not dead. And then I feel the pain.

My eyes open. I can't move. The broken pieces of the swan surround me. Could it not have fallen on me? Could it not have killed me?

I'm trapped. Everything hurts. His face is all that I see. His cries echo within me. This is all I have until death comes.

When will that be?

And since there is nothing left to do, I cry.

Then I see the bomb. The bomb that was supposed to bring them back. The bomb that was supposed to send James home.

It never went off.

It takes all I have to twist onto my side. To pick up the rock. To hit the bomb again and again.

I do it to escape the pain.

I do it to save him.

I do it to make up for what I did before.

I do it because I love him.

I do it because I'm supposed to be the one

To get his back.