[QuoteThis] JANUARY: Mark Twain Quote
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boar_expertLet us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
She regretted everything and nothing.
Kate’s whole life was nothing but lies, half truths, and transitions...moments between the events that should have counted for something, should have mattered in any other person’s existence. Then again, she’d always had a talent for slipping through the impossible spaces of the world...
With her hands stained bright red with blood, and her body worn to the bones with the fatigue of running, she held on to little else but the regret...the knowledge that somewhere, on some level, she still cared enough to be sorry for her sins. She still felt pain, she could still feel guilt...heart and soul, she wasn’t completely dead inside. Not yet, anyway.
Survival was priority number one...regret and remorse were the two only luxuries she allowed herself.
Until she kissed him.
It continued afterwards...ducking and dodging to find those safe harbors in motion. One moment to the next, even on the island she was always on the run. She told the half-truths...she told the lies.
It was the lies by the fire that she regretted now...the lies about missing his arms and his taste.
“I’m sorry I kissed you.”
“I’m not.”
And as long as she lived, Kate knew she would never be sorry again.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 217
She regretted everything and nothing.
Kate’s whole life was nothing but lies, half truths, and transitions...moments between the events that should have counted for something, should have mattered in any other person’s existence. Then again, she’d always had a talent for slipping through the impossible spaces of the world...
With her hands stained bright red with blood, and her body worn to the bones with the fatigue of running, she held on to little else but the regret...the knowledge that somewhere, on some level, she still cared enough to be sorry for her sins. She still felt pain, she could still feel guilt...heart and soul, she wasn’t completely dead inside. Not yet, anyway.
Survival was priority number one...regret and remorse were the two only luxuries she allowed herself.
Until she kissed him.
It continued afterwards...ducking and dodging to find those safe harbors in motion. One moment to the next, even on the island she was always on the run. She told the half-truths...she told the lies.
It was the lies by the fire that she regretted now...the lies about missing his arms and his taste.
“I’m sorry I kissed you.”
“I’m not.”
And as long as she lived, Kate knew she would never be sorry again.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 217
