My heart is breaking. I can feel it, as I watch tears fall down her porcelain cheeks. Just by looking at me, she's ripped my heart into a million pieces, and flung them into the warm, western wind.
Crystal tears from crystal eyes. Eyes that always remind me of the ocean, and the touch of her lips. Eyes that remind me of making love on the sand. Standing away from me, her mouth speaks a horrible truth. I am not loved anymore. After so long, she does not love me, and my fingertips tingle with the beginning of numbness.
I'll shut my eyes. Shut my eyes against the reality of her words, her face. Mostly, though, I am shutting my eyes against the tears I feel behind them, threatening to spill over and convey the way I truly feel. That would destroy the last pretence of dignity I have. I can't let her see the pure desperation that I am feeling.
Her mouth stops spitting out ugly words and she turns to leave. This can't be happening. I want to take her hand, and tell her not to leave me. I won't, though. I know I won't. She's too important to me for me to make this painful for her.
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Okay, yes, this is somewhat non-plot-like, I realize this. This also has nothing to do with POTC. But, when I wrote it, I wrote it with Jack in mind, sooo… reviews would be nice!
-Abbie-
