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Written
for the Valentine / Romance Drabble+ Challenge...
She stands, alone, her violet dress fluttering in
the breeze in the garden of stone.
Its been three years. Her voice is soft, shes
speaking only for one person. Three years and there isnt
an hour I dont think of you. Not a day I dont look
up and think youll walk in through the door. I miss you.
I love you. I will always love you, as I always have. You must
know that.
She bends, and touches the stone before her, caressing it, before
turning to go.
He knows. He had come without her hearing his footsteps,
and he stands easily, one hand resting on the sword at his hip.
He knows, love.
How did ... why are ... She cannot finish her sentence.
Three years alone is a long time, Mrs Turner.
I know. The words catch in her throat, and she raises
large damp eyes to his. I should hate you. You showed him
the sea, you showed him that which took him
from me.
But you dont.
But I dont. Because you taught him to feel. You showed
him passion, and life. I think ... I think you gave him life.
Elizabeth. He comes to her, and brushes a tear off
her cheek with rope-calloused fingers. It is a familiar, sweet
roughness, and she gulps back a sob. Elizabeth.
Jack, why have you come?
He does not take his hand from her face. Because three
years is too long, love. Will would not want you to be alone and
miserable, hed want you bright and full o spirit,
like he knew you. He pauses, and meets her gaze with deep
eyes. Like I knew you.
She cannot reply. The wind brushes her skirts around her ankles.
My ships waitin for you in the harbour,
he says, low, voice tinged with rum and spice. Well
sweep you away, me and her, out where the wind is wild and the
waves roll and the sky is endless. Ill show you what your
Will loved, in the sea and in you. Come with me, Elizabeth; leave
this place behind. Learn to love again.
Fingers flutter down from her cheek and pause near her hand.
Will she have me? she asks. He smiles; not a concealing,
artful grin, but a real smile from his soul.
Shell have you. Shell take us wherever I ask.
She reaches out, and entwines her fingers with his. It feels
like stepping out from a precipice, into the unknown.
Teach me to feel, like you taught Will, she says.
Ill teach you to feel, he returns, and leads
her from one life into the next.
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