Tell Shannon I Love Her

Deathbed and Teardrops

A/N: You guys know me as the Charlie/Claire freak. I was just really bored in art class and I kind of wrote part of this story BEFORE Boone's death and then my crazy friend Rachel who proceeded to write 'Llama' on it kind of tore up the paper. So I just now repaired it and wrote a nice little ending!

He watched her sometimes. She sees him, and she knows how he feels, too. She, Shannon, hardly takes notice in him anymore; unless she wants to fight.

Shannon is too sidetracked with the guys she feels comfortable around. Not her brother. Never Boone, her brother.

Stepbrother, actually. The fact that they aren't blood related makes him want her even more. Can't she see that?

The way he walks over to her everyday, begging her to help out SOMEHOW. She just looks up; tilts back her sunglasses, and smirks.

From his place behind the tree at the edge of the jungle, he can see that she's getting a tan. Again. Her motto is that a girl can never get too tan. Shannon was tan even before the island.

She's lying in the sun, her back to the sky, her spine jagging out. It's sickening. She's so thin. Never liked to eat. But she was still his ideal girl. Never could figure out why. He just loved her.

At one time, he felt she might've felt the same about her. That night, in the hotel room, had been amazing. It was a turning point for him; the time he felt she had started to love him back.

His love for her had started when their parents first married. Shannon was the flower girl. He was the ring bearer.

He had thought she looked so lady like, so dazzling in her frilly lace dress and cream-colored woven basket full of red and white rose petals. Her hair had been tied up with a red, smooth ribbon that emphasized her beauty.

The day when he thought she was pretty. A few years later, he thought she was gorgeous. And then, years and years after that, he wanted her.

Lying on his deathbed, he never finished his sentence.

"Tell Shannon…tell Shannon I love her."

Several hours after his death, he could have sworn to feel her teardrops fall on his cheeks.