Just a short chapter to get back into things, and to let you all know I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth :P I'm starting University soon which I'm both scared and excited about. Not sure how much free time i'll have when I start, though.
Anyway, I can't really see this story going much further. Maybe another chapter or two. I think i'll throw in a love scene, just because there's a lack around fanfiction these days :P
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Gone But Not Forgotten
Chapter Ten: There Is No Such Thing As Perfection
Will did as he was told and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the nasty bruise to the left of his navel. Elizabeth pressed the cool cloth to it, and Will winced at the contact, even though she was gentle.
"Would you please talk to me," Will whispered meekly, "I know I've wronged you, again. I just-"
Elizabeth cut him off, "There is nothing to be talked about, Will. I know you dislike the Commodore so, but I would have thought you had enough self-control not to lash out like that," Her eyes were heavy as she pressed the cloth to his bruise, "I'm just so disappointed in you." She ended and removed the cloth, wringing out the excess in the basin.
"I'm going to retire, Will. I'm just so weary," With that, she stole one last look at him and walked out of the kitchen, heading upstairs.
Will sat on the chair in the kitchen, probing his wounds and staring down at his lap. He didn't even know what to think anymore. He hated when Elizabeth was disappointed in him, but of course, he knew it was warranted. Why did he act so reckless when he knew he was already walking on shaky ground?
"Jack always said you did stupid things. He was right," Will murmured to himself, snaking his fingers through his unruly locks, trying to get the knots out.
Will's weaknesses were not physical. He would gladly grab a sword and charge at an enemy, even if they were seven feet tall. He was not afraid to die, especially if it meant protecting the ones he cared for most.
Will had one weakness and one weakness only. Elizabeth.
The shame he felt when he disappointed her was unbearable. It was like a knife, scraping his insides and making him feel ill. He strived to be a good husband and father, but sometimes he wasn't, which killed him a little bit inside. He hurt Elizabeth in the part and he never wanted to again, but of course, he always seemed to.
After what seemed like an eternity, Will finally walked upstairs to change and get into bed. He slowly opened the door of his and Elizabeth's room, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. Walking over to his dresser, he changed into his sleeping clothes, mindful of his throbbing wounds. He stole a glance at Elizabeth; she was curled up on her side facing away from him. Walking over to the bed, he got under the covers and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
After a few minutes Elizabeth turned over and stared at him in the fading light, and then spoke, "I'm not angry, Will."
"But you're disappointed in me."
"I know. But I think there will always be times where I'm disappointed in you, and you me. There is no such thing as perfection, after all. I appreciate the effort you've made these past few weeks, I do. But you have to stop torturing yourself, day in day out, trying to impress me. Stop. Just act like the Will I fell in love with, and we will be all right."
"But I have to, I mean, look at what I've put you through. I need to make it up to you somehow," Will protested, trying to roll over slightly to face her.
"Do you love me? Do you love Luke?" She asked bluntly.
"Of course. More than anything," Will replied without hesitation, "You and Luke are my whole world."
"Then you've made it up to me. When you left, I thought that was it; that you abandoned me because you didn't love me. But you returned, and even though I will never forget that you left in the first place, it's comforting to know you still love me. So you have made it up to me, in that sense. So just relax now, Will. Stop trying to be the perfect husband and father, because you're not and never will be, and you'll just be torturing yourself if you try."
Will needed a moment to take in everything she was saying. He couldn't help but smile though. Like always, Elizabeth spoke wisely.
"You don't have to say anything," Elizabeth chuckled, "Just get some rest. You must be tired after all the fighting."
"I was winning, though," Will jested.
"Yes, you just keep thinking that, love," She kissed his forehead tenderly, and Will couldn't help but chuckle.
Very short, I know, but oh well.