Author's Note: I am a huge fan of the Tudors and I came up with this last night after combing sites for ANY news of the show. This is slash, so if you don't like it, don't read, thanksverymuch. It's also one of my first ventures into second person, so please review and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to….whoever it belongs to. (Not me, unfortunately)
"William?"
There is nothing. There never is.
You know that he is gone, but you still can't help yourself from turning to the door. He has been gone now for nearly a year. You are now married.
You don't love her. Your heart was buried along with him.
Your fingers absently strum the lute. He always loved your music, listening for hours with a small smile.
Jane loves it too.
You miss William.
One night he visits you, pale but smiling.
"I miss you," you whisper. He places a finger to his lips to tell you not to wake Jane and kisses you. You press back hard, trying to give him some of your warmth. But he disappears anyway.
You want to travel but don't know where to start. He once told you that Ireland was beautiful, so maybe there. That was one of the few conversations you had about life beyond the present. Perhaps you should have had more. Then you would know where to start.
You wonder if Jane misses her sister as much as you miss Will. If she misses her voice the same way you miss Will's. If she misses Joan's smile as much as you miss the way Will said your name. If she wakes up sweating in the night, thinking of Joan's cold dead face, like you do and don't tell her.
You have pages and pages of music you wrote in the dark. It doesn't mean anything. The pages will never see the light of day.
You fall asleep with tears still streaming down your face.
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