I do not own POTC, blah blah blah, leagle stuff
Tears in the darkness, its breaking my heart
Here in the darkness; I'm falling apart
Tears in the darkness,where no-one can see
Fears in the darkness, cried inncocently
Tears in the darkness, but no-ones crying for me
Elizabeth sat on the window seat, feet in front of her knees in the air, in her hand was a rubber ball and she was throwing this against the wall in front of her and deftly catching it; she was bored and was trying to pass the time as she sat in the first years common room waiting for some-one anyone to come in. Her thoughts strayed to her Psychology lecture, and that boy sitting a couple of seats away from her, how he caught her eyes then smiled before blushing and turning away. This made her blush too, and also a weird flickering feeling inside her arose, she ignored it and carried on with writing notes not daring to look upon that handsome brown eyed boy. It was not the first time she had seen him, or that they shared a glance across the room, causing the strange feeling to erupt inside Elizabeth, but this time it seemed more pronounced then ever, she sighed to herself; she had lived almost her whole life never feeling anything like this, now after having been at university for 2 months it had suddenly started to happen.
"Elizabeth!" A disapproving voice made her jump and she missed the rebounding ball, it rolled away and paused on a rug at the other side of the room, Elizabeth followed this movement before looking at the person and forcing on a smile "Are you aware that doing that could make a mark" he then smiled at her, although it looked like a smirk in Elizabeth's opinion. She watched him for a while before answering
"Sorry Clive" she said repressing rolling her eyes with difficulty sitting up "Do you have a lecture now?" she asked.
"No, but your father has agreed to give me extra tutoring, among other things" he smiled warmly at her "He has great plans for us you know" Elizabeth nodded and got up to retrieve the ball so she could carry on with her game "I do not think you should carry on with that, if the press hears that the mayors daughter is ruining one of the Universities oldest and grandest buildings they would-"
"Fine" Elizabeth cut him off angrily then felt bad, he was only trying to help after all "I'm sorry Clive, I'm just bored, any ideas of what I could do?"
He smiled at her and touched her face gently; Elizabeth longed to jerk her face away, his touch was creepy, it felt wrong and she did not like it "I could never be mad at you Elizabeth, why don't you go to the library?" he smiled at her again and took her hand and Elizabeth gently took it away
"Your hands are freezing!" she exclaimed trying to make a joke out of it, she forced on a smile which he gave back, she was grateful that he had not yet asked her out, but she knew it was only a matter of time, she had listened in on he fathers conversations with an angry heart, if he cared for her or liked her in that way she would not have minded, a little bit of love was what she so desperately needed, but that was not the reason, Clive was the son of a highly influential family, the combination of him and Elizabeth would elevate both families influence more
"She's very pretty too" she had heard Clive say "So it is very believable, our partnership" he then laughed pompously
"The combination of the Swanns and Becketts" her father added "Sounds too good to be true, tell me what do you feel for her"
There was a pause before a carefully calculated answer "She is a fine young woman" he eventually said, not sounding as if he cared either way. "Well I really must take leave."
"Clive, do not ask Elizabeth on just any day, ask her on a special day" Elizabeth then heard a slamming of the door and she retreated into her bedroom pretending to have been in there all the time saying that she was searching for a lost earring.
Elizabeth was so lost in trying to remember this that she had not noticed Clive leaving and that she was once again alone, certain that he would check up on her later she gathered her coat and back and walked outside ready to go to the library. The memory had angered her slightly, she was not a prize to be won, a tool to be used to elevate social status, all she wanted was to feel complete again, to have someone remove the pain that she had been hiding ever since....no she would not think about that now, she did not want to have to push back those tears again.
She was unaware that she was fiddling with her white gold necklace that she always wore as she walked down the road, the autumn leaves crunching underneath her heels, the lace of her black Victorian boots slowly coming undone. The bitter cold caused her cheeks to turn pink and her eyes to brighten by the small amount of exercise, her hair was also slightly messy due to the wind, by the time she walked into the grand library, so she looked far from the pampered princess image that always seemed to be forced upon her. Ignoring Clive's advice to do homework she walked over to the fiction section, right to the area where she seemed to haunt; she probably should have gone to the university library where they had no distractions for her, but that would mean travelling over to it and Elizabeth did not feel like going over there.
She walked over to the new arrivals section and picked up a couple of books, her brow furrowed as she scrutinised them, trying to find one that seemed interesting enough to read, it was not long before she found some and decided to wander over to the non-fiction section to get some background material for her course. Finally she felt satisfied that she had been there long enough to please both Calvin and herself and walked over to the "check out" area to put them on her card, her bootlace had finally completely come undone, and still unaware of this Elizabeth walked out of the huge library, that never ceased to remove all of Elizabeth's breath and on to the street her arms laden with books.
Weighed down by the books she walked slower than normal, and perhaps realising this she attempted to speed up, it all felt like it has happening in slow motion, her foot stepping on her bootlace her arms flying up in the air, the books spreading out everywhere covering a large distance, before she knew it she was flat on the floor and there was a hand on her arm and a gentle voice asking if she was okay.
The tone in the strangers voice made her push herself into a sitting position and look up and she jumped slightly when she realised how close their faces were and that it was in fact that psychology boy, the boy she did not know the name of, it was unmistakably him, no-one else had that shoulder length brown hair, eyes so deep you could get lost in them, or a face that looked like it had been sculpted so carefully that it was almost impossibly flawless.
"Seriously," he repeated "Are you alright, you did not hurt yourself did you?"
Elizabeth shook her head "I'm fine"
How many times had she said that recently, it was a knee jerk response it hid her true feelings, it hid her pain.
He looked doubtful "Well...." he looked hard into her eyes for a couple of seconds causing Elizabeth to blush, then a look of pity and perhaps understanding came into his face and he nodded gently "At least let me help you up, and with your books" he extended a hand and not thinking Elizabeth took it and felt a huge jolt shoot through her entire body, causing her cheeks to redden more, they wandered slightly picking up all of Elizabeth's books and piling them up neatly on the ground. He glanced down at her shoes "You may want to tie them up; you do not want to fall again"
Elizabeth knelt down and tied her lace taking her time and only resurfaced when she felt herself stop blushing. She smiled at him, and for once it was not even remotely forced "Thanks, um" she bit her lip "I'm sorry, I do not know your name"
The boy smiled back at her, Elizabeth could see her reflection in his big brown eyes "It's Will. Will Turner" he said glancing at the ground again now at the pile of books
"I'm Elizabeth Swann, and its been a pleasure to meet you" Elizabeth smiled inwardly at how many times she had said this in her life but this time it was actually true, it had been rather nice; she liked how his gaze was not one full of lust but of something different, something she had not seen before.
Will smiled again "Where are you going, I mean, are you going back to your Halls?" he asked.
Elizabeth stooped down and picked up the books then straightened up then started walking with him by her side, she lifted one hand to try and tame her hair.
"Same here" Will said taking half of the books out of her hands and examining the cover of one of them "I like this book; its one of my favourites" he commented "Which Halls are you in"
"Boleyn" she answered quickly before getting onto something else she said "I love that book too! Don't you just love it when he just saves her from that hanging, and they kiss on the gallows in front of all the crowds? Although I bet you prefer it when they are shooting other ships, or having a sword fight to the death"
Will laughed "I liked both of those parts. I'm going to be in Boleyn Halls soon" he said reading the blurb at the back of another book before grinning at her "It seems someone has a love for pirates" he teased
"Really?" Elizabeth said eagerly "When are you moving in? I could help you if you'd like!"
Will smiled "This weekend, had to move from Hampton dorm because it was over filled" Elizabeth gave him a questioning look "A group of cousins wanted rooms together and mine was in the way so I volunteered to move, because of that I got a free upgrade, which is always good"
Elizabeth nodded "Yeah, it is"
"Plus having to share a twin room with Jack Sparrow is a nightmare, I mean it was a big room, but still, even after getting one of those divider things that 18th century women changed behind, it did not make it any easier, believe me"
"I believe I'll have to then" she said. Will started to laugh, and even though Elizabeth did not understand about Jack Sparrow so did she, they talked and laughed until they arrived at Boleyn Hall where Will said he had to leave and Elizabeth felt her heart sink slightly.
"I'll see you in Psychology right?" she asked eagerly smiling sadly
Will smiled; "Hopefully" he said before walking off into the darkening November sky.
Elizabeth walked past the lounge into the empty kitchen and walked over to the cupboard that she own and unlocked it removing a tin of Whittards instant green tea; summer fruits flavour. Boiling the kettle she added 4 teaspoons of the tea into it and dreamily waited for the kettle to boil, once it did she poured it into her cup and slowly stirred it while she walked across the room and onto the breakfast bar area and perched onto the seat a small smile on her face that had nothing to do with the beautiful view, or the taste of the drink in her hands or the prospect of learning something new tomorrow. Elizabeth did not know what this feeling was that she felt, but she rather like it and did not want it to leave her. She sipped her hot drink and reflected on how after Will helped her up his hand lingered in her hand for a few moments before he let go or how when she fell he gently touched her arm, his hand remaining there until she said she fine, or also how he stared into her eyes a small smile on his face, but also how he was the only one who she felt understood her. She took another sip of her drink and felt a warmth, that had nothing to do with the tea she was drinking, spread through her heart.
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