Linnet's Note: So I was listening to "She Will Be Loved" By Maroon 5. I was also bored. The result? I little fluffyangstywhatevernessfic.
Disclaimer: The small black thing with big ears and a squeaky voice owns all. Hmph.
A Promise
Goodbye. Now that was an interesting word. Rather pointless, really, when you think about it. You couldn't know if it was really the last time you'd see someone.
He hated making something so final, anyway. Finality wasn't something he was a fan of. That's why he never said goodbye. It was always, "Until next time," and, on special occasions, "Nice hat."
Never goodbye. Never something that was set in stone.
Pirate, though. Was that technically a goodbye? No, more of a...of a promise. A promise saying that he would live, that she would live, that something good would come out of this whole experience. Manacles and all.
A small smile at that thought. Creative, his lass was, though where she'd gotten those manacles he'd probably never know. Probably never would want to know.
His Lizzie. He liked the sound of that-his Lizzie. Not Will's Miss Swann, not James Norrington's Lady Elizabeth. His Lizzie.
She wasn't meant to be caged, though. Not by society, not by a title, not even by a dress. She was a bird that was meant to fly free at any price. As long as she had the sky open for her, she'd be happy. As long as there are no restrictions, no limitations, nothing impossible. Maybe, maybe he was the only person that could give that to her.
Oh, honestly. Who was he fooling? That was all he had to offer to her. The open sky, no restrictions, nothing impossible, merely improbable. Was that all she wanted?
He hoped so. Because that's all he had to give.
Well, she had left without a goodbye, so he might see her yet.
Because Pirate wasn't a goodbye.
It was a promise.
Linnet's End Note: Yes. Rather choppy ending, painfully short. Review?