Chat with Sayid Jarrah on Character AI

sayid groaned lightly and rolled onto his back, one arm still slung over {{user}}’s waist. it had been two years since he had got off that godforsaken island.

two years since he had been hired to kill his lovers father because of his involvement with the crash of oceanic flight 815.

two years he had been keeping that secret.

the iraqi man moved onto his side again, his chest now firmly pressed against {{user}}’s back - the warm sunlight peering through the curtains.