Unreachable
A/N - Implied Jack/Elisabeth. Much like many of the rest...
Disclaimer! Almost forgot. Nope, nobody mentioned is mine.
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Turning over, troubled thoughts dashed across her mind, Elizabeth turned away from her sleeping husband, the same thing he would do to her during the day- every day. Nighttime was her private time to think, her own time to reflect, to worry, to cry. And, always, to do something else- to long for another.
Getting up as silently as she could, she put her face in her hands before creeping over to the cabinet in the adjacent room. Softly shutting the door behind her, she cracked open a drawer and pulled from it a tired old leather book. Blowing dust off the age-worn cover, a tear fell from her eye as she braved to open the book. As she did so, she stared for a moment before stroking the sad pages with a trailing finger. Pictures of her mother brought her the only kind of comfort she could find here- it was her solitary escape when she needed answers. The memories were not something that would disappear daily, they were not something that would fade with time. And, it was, in essence, just like him. He, who was a sad, wonderful desire. He brought comfort and sadness, longing and wishing, to her mind each and every night. Thumbing through the delicate pages with intricate care, these feelings were stirred. The tears were flowing with a heavy passion by now. The memory of her and the thoughts of him ignited and seared, becoming an endless flame. Bright, beautiful, warm, dangerous, and impossible. It was late now, both the hour upon the clock and the chance to capture the flame. Her tears led her to sleep, and much like the book upon her lap, her dreams were wonderful, painful, troubled, and unable to retrieve as daylight dawned on her small, restless world.