dikela (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dikela) wrote in belador, |
‘What’s wrong with me?’ Jack looked at Sawyer then, needing to see how Sawyer reacted to the question, and all Sawyer could feel was a breathtaking hurt for him, and only now did he really understand what it meant to feel for another person, because he desperately wanted to take it away, to make it better, to stop that haunted look in Jack’s eyes.
‘We’re gonna figure it out,’ he said thickly. ‘We’re gonna figure it out.’
Please, don't stop here, figure it out and tell us.
Best wishes!
‘We’re gonna figure it out,’ he said thickly. ‘We’re gonna figure it out.’
Please, don't stop here, figure it out and tell us.
Best wishes!
