Nine Years: Jack and Elizabeth
A Drabble Series
He remembered the sneer of her smile, the challenge in her eyes. The mango taste of her lips. The way she made him itch to do something purposeful.
Jack winced. He hadn't had any mangoes in a year. The taste was bitter now.
Nothing eased the slight pinch that had held his black heart in a tight bond. Things seemed so. . .shallow now. So boring.
So. . .lonely.
"Elizabeth." He whispered once.
" Fuck."