Imagination

A/N: I was typing up Confidence Man for Blue Eyed, and I was just like "Hey! Let's right a story about the peanut butter in Claire's point of view!" and so, viola, 'Imagination' was born. Enjoy!

Imagination. I suppose it was something I never really had until he showed me what it was…in a weird way, actually.

Thomas had imagination. He was a painter…but he had the kind of imagination I knew would never support me, and a mind that would never focus on me.

Now Charlie, he is different.

He has the imagination to make me feel special, safe…and just secure in this place so full of fear and hate.

The peanut butter was the first time I was exposed to real imagination.

I suppose he wasn't disappointed when he could find no peanut butter after I put him in the situation where it probably felt like he had to retrieve it for my cravings. I didn't mean it to seem like that…I still feel guilty.

The reason I don't think he was disappointed, is because he came to me just a few hours later with an empty jar.

At first, I thought he was angry, and did this just to make me feel bad. But that thought was soon demolished as I reminded myself that he had been the one to make the deal. So…what was up with the empty jar?

And so, you must realize that I was won over by his imagination. It was what got me to go to the caves. Not just any imagination…his imagination. He willed the peanut butter to be there, and he acted like it was there, and that…that was beautiful. No man has ever been able to win me by pretending. In fact, pretending is a complete turn off. But not this kind of pretending.

It was just that he didn't want to give up. That's what really tickled my heart.

And since then, I often find myself writing in my diary about him. Every night. It's something I cannot refrain myself from doing.

THE END