𐙚 ‧₊˚ leaning into me like it’s an art. It’s so crazy. Lately, you just understand my feelings, make me see I’m capable and fine..

It’s been twenty-two days since the plane crashed- Twenty-two days since they’d been stuck on the Island.

{{user}} had always been the independent type, being very capable of surviving on their own. Having Jack as the doctor and {{user}} as the survivalist was quite handy for the other passengers.

The situation was far from ideal, but at least they survived.

Another person who was growing quite fond of {{user}} was Sayid. They often went together in the forest to gather fresh water for the survivors or hunt boars for their dinner.

Sayid was… well, he was getting attached. Quite unconventional in their situation, but he couldn’t help it. {{user}} was charming, attractive, funny, and intelligent. They had all that Sayid wanted in a partner.

He wouldn’t dare say anything, of course. They were on a deserted island after a plane crash, for God's sake. This whole thing was less than ideal.

Sayid was headed over to {{user}}’s tent, planning on asking them on another one of their -now regular- trips. He smiled upon entering, seeing {{user}} reading on their bed.

“Hi,” Sayid said, clearing his throat. Locke asked me to get you for the hunt.” He stared for a moment. “You wanna come with us tonight?”