A/N: This is a short drabble I wrote a while ago. I finally decided to post it. Hope you enjoy it.
Waiting
A lone figure stands upon a beach staring out into the warm sunset. A soft salty ocean breeze ruffles his auburn curly locks. He inhales deeply the scent reminding him so much of the One he's been waiting for. The sea called to him tiring a desire deep inside his blood. A desire to be out on the ocean among the sum waves, and salt licked wind. But instead he stands and waits nightly. He waits for one reason only. For if he were to leave this place, the One he longed for may just return and find him gone. A year to the day, that is one full turn of the earth around the sun from the day they parted. He regretted his choice that with every fiber of his being. He knows what he should have done but he was blinded by pretty features and a feminine disposition. So instead of jumping from those ramparts and being free, he had condemned himself to prison. It wasn't the type of prison one might think. It was nice clothes, dinner parties and social decorum. And so William Turner waits, watching at every sunset for his flighted Sparrow to return for him.