Hello there! I thought it would be nice for Will to have his moment. Hope you like it Please R&R
Will remembered the first time he saw Tessa.
Theressa Gray, with eyes like the sky brewing a storm. Eyes that seemed to pierce his heart and bare his soul.
He remembered the way she hit him with a jug. The way he had felt the pain, unexpected and unwarranted, or maybe not.
Of course it's not like no one had ever hit him with a jug, certainly no one as pretty as the girl who stood in front of him with wide eyes. Those beautiful eyes filled with fear but also filled with courage.
He remembered the way he had felt, how he thought he would gladly let her hit him with a jug all day if it meant he would get to see her smile.
Of course that would cause serious injury and he was probably exaggerating, but then when it came to Tessa Gray nothing was ever simple.
So it was then that as he went about his nightly strolls that he found himself thinking about her more and more often.
He remembered the fire in his veins when he first kissed her, making him feel more alive than he ever had and the way she seemed to melt against him. He traced his lips and smiled at the memory.
He wandered about all night, not really caring where he went until he found himself in a clearing and stopped to look at the moon.
He knew nothing good would ever come out of thinking about Tessa, He knew there was no hope for him, and he knew that no matter how much he had grown fond of her, maybe even fallen in love with her, that he could never bring himself to show it to her.
So as he stared at the beautiful moon, he allowed himself to think of her and only her. Her beautiful smile, her laugh, her smart remarks, and most of all her bravery. He allowed himself a small smile knowing that it was safe for him to think about her, but he could never, would never allow himself to show it to her.
For if he truly loved her, he must stay away from her.
Now, standing alone and watching the beautiful moon, he allowed his mask to fall away. He allowed himself to grieve at the knowledge that he had hurt her beyond repair. It hurt him more than anyone to do that to her, to treat her like a common wench, but he kept telling himself that it was necessary.
I had to do it.
I had to do it.
I had to do it.
That sentence was what he told himself over and over, but for now pushed those thoughts away and grieved at the knowledge that she would never be his.
She would never be his for he knew that she must despise him by now.
He didn't want her to hate him, but it was for the best.
So as he stared at the moon he felt empty, he welcomed the cold air that whipped his body and his face.
He stood there for a long time thinking about her, the moonlight illuminating the solitary tear that escaped his eye making it shimmer like crystal. Unaware that she, the woman he dearly loved, was thinking about him too.
As she sat beside the window of her room and watched the moon, she thought about Will.
Safe in the refuge of her room, she thought about the words he said to her.
She thought about the kiss they shared.
And she thought about the fact that no matter how cruel he had treated her she knew deep in her soul that she loved him, that she would always love him.
Now that she was alone, she allowed herself to think of him. To let herself feel her love for him, and as she sat bathed in the glow of the moon, she allowed herself to ponder if he was thinking about her too.
- End –
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