Our One Day Begins
He descended down the side of his ship, completely disregarding the last two steps as he leapt onto the tiny boat towards me. Unable to wait a moment longer, I lunged forward to clutch any part of him that I possibly could.
"Will!" I gasped.
My arms clasped his neck, my entire body shaking with heartfelt, raw emotion- more than I had ever felt in my 22 years.
His arms found their way around my waist and pulled me in closer. I nestled my face under his chin, taking every piece of him in: His touch, his scent, the rhythmic depths of his breaths.
And for a while, we stood there, holding on to one another as though afraid of what might happen now, should we dare to let go.
This was unbelievable. I had watched this man, my Will; pass away in my own arms, just moments earlier. Now, he stood here, holding me upright, as it seemed my knees may well buckle beneath me.
I pulled back, my arms still grasping his neck, still keeping our embrace. Though crying, I looked up to my husband's face, only to find his own brown eyes filled with tears like mine.
Will raised one of his hands from my waist, slowly and tenderly bringing it up my back, sending a shiver tingling down my spine as he reached my shoulder. He stopped the hand at my face, resting it under my chin. With his thumb, he wiped away a tear as it fell down cheek.
"Elizabeth…"
I said nothing, just watched him. He closed his eyes, momentarily as he uttered the words,
"I Love You".
My only reply was to lean towards his lips, allowing him to kiss the bride for the second time that day.
Our kiss was passionate, but brief, as an unexpected wave swept beneath us, rocking the small boat and taking us each by surprise. Will stumbled as he lost his footing, causing me to slip as I moved with him, sending us both into inevitable laughter.
To regain balance, I held onto Will's shirt and couldn't help smirk at the inconvenience of the sea and the fact that neither one of us had previously noticed we were still floating alongside the Flying Dutchman.
I grinned, placing my hands gently on Will's chest, his hand soon caressing my face once again.
"Perhaps….we should find somewhere, more appropriate", I whispered.
My husband laughed softly.
"I think we better had."