Sometimes, it becomes painfully obvious when the time has come. I prayed deeply that Libby would go peacefully on her own, but she wouldn't, and so I asked Locke for the heroine. As Hurley said his last words to her, I held her hand and stroked her face. After Hurley left, I put my face close to hers and comforted her with my gaze. I was only sure of our decision after I watched her little soul float away. Her eyes rolled slowly.
Back at the beach, we started to dig. To my surprise, the digging was tough and much more difficult than I had anticipated. The sand was wet and heavy; and rocks, roots, and random Dharma Initiative trinkets that made digging more difficult and even creepy, were plentiful. I wondered why we were doing this, and if maybe we should have listened to Jack and sent the body to the sea. Then I thought about Libby, and remembered that she loved us every bit as much as we loved her. I took comfort in digging for her and knowing that she would be close to me.
I told Jack it was time, and we returned to the Hatch for the body. How quickly the smell of Death fills the air. I wrapped her in my favorite sheet before Jack and I carried her to her final resting place. We placed her in the ground gently, and as we did, tears rolled off my cheeks and on to her stiff corpse. I suppose love never dies.
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