Waiting
Disclaimer:
Pirates of the Caribbean is owned by a mouse.
I am not a mouse.
I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
I thought that I knew her.
I loved her.
I thought that she knew I loved her.
But did she?
Watching Sparrow face the beast.
Watching the Kraken drag the ship down to the depths of the ocean.
Watching Elizabeth kiss him, in my mind.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But I can't think about that. No, I won't think about it. It hurts too much to even recognize that it actually happened, let alone think about it. I know I have to move on. Know that I had set my hopes too high, that a governor's daughter wouldn't marry a lowly blacksmith…
So why can't I let it go? Why do I still think that I have a chance? Not after she herself declared who she loved.
Because I still remember.
She once said that she'd marry me.
That she'd wait for me.
Well, I came to her.
And she ran away with someone else.
Do I hate her for that? No.
Do I want to hurt Elizabeth by not helping Jack? No.
Do I want to be a hindrance in Elizabeth's life? No.
Will I want to have her back, if possible? Yes.
And then I realize that I can't let go because I still love her.
But now, I know that she won't come back. She has someone else to wait for. Still, I know that if she wants to come back to me.
I'll be waiting.
A/N: First one-shot, first try at angst. I don't care if you review or not, but thanks for reading.