A/N: I have not ventured into the realm of Lost for a very long time. So…hi! If I owned Lost, Charlie and Daniel would be alive.
Charlie had been… off, really. And he was always staring in one direction. Not towards the ocean, as so many angst-filled people do, but towards a person. A particular person.
The Angel, the one who hated him, the one who kicked him out. And yet, Charlie was sure, the one who loved him.
Sometimes she would catch him staring and scowl at him.
But one day, she had a change of heart.
Charlie hadn't been staring at her, no, he had been escaping an explosion.
And it was the thought he could have died.
That's what made her kiss him.
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