Title: The Sea, His Mistress
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R&R
I grasped the blanket tighter around me to stop the shivering that had now taken over my body after numerous efforts to ignore it. I turned over in bed, my head now facing the ceiling and tried to fall asleep this way. The wavy golden locks I had once cherished were nothing more than a nuisance to me now. I brushed them out of my eyes frustrated with myself, but mostly frustrated at him. He had left yet again, leaving with no compassion towards me, only a quick kiss and a stammered 'iloveyou.' I stared at the ceiling hoping, praying, that a reason would soon form into my head and I would stop blaming myself for his constant absence. The nights were the hardest because the silences overwhelmed me with bitter thoughts. Those same silences that stretched on for days when he was gone leaving me to confront only myself.
And still I could not cry. The last of my tears had already been cried long ago leaving me with only dry eyes and an empty heart. At first Will had tried to restrain himself, forcing himself to be satisfied with the life here. But I knew. A wife knows everything. When I would look at him, I would only see what he so cleverly tried to hide. But he could never hide it from me for it was clearly written on his face. Between the false smiles and distracted eyes I could see that he was dieing inside, his deepest desire I could not give him and I could never give him. The sea had claimed him as one of her own, branding him with a pirates' blood knowing full well he would return to her one day. She would wait ever so patiently calling out to him through the evening air and tempting him with her beautiful appearance. When he had left me on his first voyage I could almost hear her pleasurable scream, knowing full well she was the victor and always would be. Yes the mistress was the victor, but then so was the wife. After endless nights with her he would always return home....to me.