Love Unrequited
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I do not on POTC or Will or Elizabeth. All I own is Sara
Summary: An "I'm Not That Girl" songfic. Song from Wicked. Sara loves Will but Will loves her sister, Elizabeth.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden Silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:
I loved him, I always had. But I knew he could never love me. He was too busy loving Elizabeth. My name is Sara Emalia Swann. Elizabeth Swann is my sister. She's the most sought after, the most beautiful girl in all of Port Royale. But I'm not jealous of her. It isn't her fault that she's prettier than me. She just is.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Elizabeth is my best friend. She knows that Will Turner is in love with her. How could he not be? Everyone loves her. She also knows that James Norrington loves her as well. He's the Commodore of the Navy. Elizabeth tells me that she
loves James and that she plans to accept his proposal. She knows that I love Will and I see the way they look at each other. I know that she loves him. She's just trying to spare me the heartache.
Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Almost every night I dream about Will. I dream that he fell in love with me. I dream that I get my happily ever after. But I know that's not going to happen. As the youngest Swann, Elizabeth will be married off before me. She will choose between all her suitors and I will get the heartbroken ones left over. It's not her fault, but it's still not fair.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She's who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:
He proposed, Will Turner proposed to Elizabeth. They're getting married in April. Elizabeth asked me to be Maid of Honor. I'll be standing on the alter beside her as she and Will exchange their vows. I'll be holding back tears as they share their first kiss as husband and wife. I'll fake a smile at the reception after. But the whole time, I'll be dying inside.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl.
Elizabeth and Will are happily married. They live on a far away island after a year of battling on the seas. A captain in the Navy proposed to me a few days ago. I accepted. I will live as the happy wife of a Navy man. I will host parties, meet other Navy officials, all in all, the perfect Navy wife. But that's only on the outside. On the inside I can't help but wonder, if I had told Will how felt, would things be different?