~The Worst Things In Life Come Free To Us-
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I apologize for any OOCness
"Alfie, I'm so sorry," I say, "I have no choice. He's my captain. He took me in when times were rough and trained me to be a pirate. He was also my first love. I owe him. I owe Arty big time." I'm on my knees, begging for forgiveness. Alfred Jones, or Alfie, is fighting for his country's freedom. He's also fighting for me. We're engaged and Arthur Kirkland, or Arty, has forbidden all churches from marrying us. I've been fighting for Britain. If it weren't for Arty, I'd be dead. I owe him this much. I don't want to hurt Alfie, but I have to. "I don't care anymore, Marissa. The wedding is off. The engagement is over. I can't live knowing you're fighting against me. I don't want to hurt you but not being close to you in any way will make things easier for me. Now, I have to go. I'll be seeing you in battle." I open my mouth to speak but instead fall over, placing my forehead on the floor, and sob. I hear the door slam shut. I'm alone.
-an hour later-
As I am sewing by the fire, I hear the door open and someone walk towards the sitting room. "Marissa?" Arty calls. As he steps into the sitting room, I put down my sewing. "Alfred fought with an anger, you could feel it miles away. You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?" I sigh and meet his eyes. "He came to see me. We fought. He called off both wedding and engagement." I take another shaky breath and stand. I see a flash of red, and I'm being hugged. "Arthur Kirkland, what has gotten into you? You'd never hug anyone!" "I love you, Marissa. He was never good enough for you. He hurt you. I only wanted the best for you." He cups my cheek and kisses me. In front of the window. The window Alfie was passing by and looking through. I saw him. He looked hurt, so he turns and runs. I assume he came to apologize. I push Arty away, open the windows and scream, "ALFIE!" There was no one about. No one is crazy enough to walk through a blizzard but my Alfie. Arty pulls me back. "He's gone now. You'll see him soon." I walk over to the fireplace and stare at the rifle that is hung on the wall. I take it down and walk towards the door. Who should stop me but Arty. "You are not going to kill him. Give me the rifle, Marissa. It's snowing like the furies of hell. Stay here." "NO!" And I push past Arty, out the door and through the streets of Boston.
-a few hours later-
I throw the rifle into the corner. My search was unsuccessful. Arty had fallen asleep on the chair, the flames in the fireplace are low. I grab my cloak, some money and head back out.
-at a tavern of sorts-
I sit a table. I order a beer. I look around and I see the familiar faces of some of the men in Alfie's army. Then I see him at the counter. Flirting with the waitress. I feel tears coming along but I do nothing. I can only watch the man I love kiss the waitress. The waiter comes with my beer, which I chug. I am asked if I want another one. I shake my head and leave the money on the table. Alfie then turns and sees me looking at him. He looks surprised and then he says, "Marissa." I walk out of the tavern. As soon as the door closes, I sprint. I know I'm being followed but I press on. The snow and wind blind me, causing me to trip. I fall on my knees, sobbing. The wind bites through my clothes. I know someone is behind me. I know it's Alfie. "Marissa. We need to talk." "You're damn right about that," I growl.
-a few months later-
"I now pronounce you man and wife." Is what the priest told us a week ago. Arty went back to Britain as soon as he saw he had no chance with me. The war is over. America is now free. Alfie and I are living our own fairytale. If only we knew the hardships we'd have for years to come...