Prologue

'Love' Elizabeth spat the word in disgust. She had spent the last several hours crying over the events which had occurred that morning. She tried to control herself, kept repeating over and over that he wasn't worth the tears but the despair she felt was just too overwhelming. They slipped from her eyelids in a continuous flow and despite the strength she felt she should display, she found herself unable.

She was sat in the downstairs window, watching people as they passed. Their lives looked so simple, so free and in that moment she wished she could have her own slice of freedom. Every now and then someone would catch her eye and she would draw back the net curtain to get a better view.

She watched as her new neighbour piled furniture into the house opposite from the van parked outside. Elizabeth had met him a few days prior, he had been moving into the house gradually over the past couple of weeks and wanted to introduce himself. She closed her eyes and recalled the memory – he was a very handsome man, with kind brown eyes and a smile which Elizabeth was sure could light up a whole room. His voice was so soft and tender as he introduced himself as Will Turner, it was then that Elizabeth shook his hand and her heart fluttered at the memory of how rough his coarse skin felt against her delicate palm.

When her mind was forced into the present, she noticed him waving at her...it was then she realised she had been staring in plain sight, the curtain in her hand. She smiled timidly, hoping the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks went unnoticed as she raised her arm and waved back.