You were working with some of the others to sift through the wreckage and organise and belonging into piles of importance as well as discarding anything that had no importance. Really you had only volunteered to help as you were looking for an envelope of photographs that had belonged to you.

Most of what you found it was easy to put things into piles. Clothes, medicine and personal effects. Everything that you had found that was personal items such as jewellery and photos you either didn't know the identity of the owner or you knew the identity but didn't know the person.

You continued to rummage through sorting out what you could before you saw an envelope within a pile. Quickly you threw everything from it so you could grab the envelope.

Turning it over your heart dropped and a frown crept onto your face. It didn't have your name scrawled on the front like you had hoped it would, instead it read 'Sayid'.

Looking over at the man that was rummaging through stuff as well, you saw him hold an envelope. You couldn't make out the words on it but even from this distance you knew it was yours. Luckily for you, you knew the man that had found it.

Well you didn't know him very well. You hadn't really spoken to him before but you knew his name, and the chances of there being two Sayid's on this island was minimal.

You stood up and scrambled over all of the belongings. You made your way over to Sayid and plopped down in the sand next to him.

"Trade ya," you smiled.

"Pardon?" he asked.

"You are Sayid right?"

"Yes."

"I think I have something of yours, and you have something of mine," you said gesturing to the two envelopes.

He looked down at the one he was holding and then looked down at the one that was in your hand.

"So you're Y/N?"

"Yeah," you nodded.

He handed you the envelope whilst you handed him the one with his name on.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"I thought I had lost these," he sighed pulling out photographs of a woman from the envelope.

"I thought I'd lost mine too," you smiled softly.

You opened up the envelope and your smile grew as you saw the photos of the man you loved. Memories flooded back as tears brimmed in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

"Is that your wife?" you asked.

"No," he whispered.

"But you love her?" you questioned.

"Very much so. I just don't know whether she knows how much I love her," he sighed.

"I'm sure she knows. Women know," you said smiling encouragingly.

He chuckled looking at you, also with tears in his eyes.

"Is that your husband?" he asked.

"Um... yes," you hesitated, "he passed away."

"Oh," he whispered, "I am sorry."

"It's okay. It was a year ago. He had a brain tumour," you sighed, "it was why I was in Australia. The anniversary was last week. He was Australian so his parents asked to have him buried there. I was visiting his grave. I planned to come home the day after but I felt close to him, so I stayed for an extra week. I shouldn't have been on this flight."

You couldn't help but allow a lone tear fall down your face.

~*~

Written by Charlotte.