omg its been soo long since i updated this so to everyone out there-

I'M SO SORRY!!!!!!!

i've had really bad writers block and i'm not very happy with this story. i'm thinking about writing another piece to maybe finish this a little more. let my know what u guys think

His words repeated over and over again in her mind, he loved her. He had loved her and so he had left. There was something about the information that he left because he was scared that both frightened her and comforted her. It showed her that even though he appeared to be this great, larger than life man who could handle anything, he turned away at the first glimpse of happiness. It also made her realise that just like her, he was flawed. He was scared, and in her mind that made him seem attractive. He was scared, he was fragile and so was she and it was the knowledge that they both felt these emotions because of the other that made her love him even more.

She turned back to him, watching as the wind blew his hair about. She had always loved his hair; she loved how it always seemed to have that one tiny bit that couldn't sit flat.
'I wish that I hadn't left. I wish that I hadn't been such a coward. I've always looked back and regretted it. I did want to come back; I spend everyday thinking about you. How you were; what you were doing. I missed you' Mike started 'I missed you being there when I woke up in the morning and I missed kissing you goodnight when I went to bed. I missed holding your hand, I missed your laugh. God I missed you.' She leant up and put her hand over his mouth, her fingers touching his soft, warm lips. He stopped talking. She smiled.
'Mike, you're rambling' she said. She still had her hands over his lips, not realising they were there, and she felt him smile under her hand.
'Sorry' she mumbled removing it, trying to ignore the feeling of disappointment that had pooled in her stomach.
'I guess we'll have to work this out' he said. 'I do want to get to know Will. I want to try again. I still love you' She couldn't stop the smile that formed on her lips when he said that, it was as though she had just found the missing piece of the puzzle.

It had just slipped out, he hadn't meant to say that he still loved her, he wasn't even sure if it was true himself at the time; but now looking back he realised for knew for sure that it was true. Someone had said to him once that it was surprising how honest you can be when you don't think about what's coming out of your mouth, he'd never believed that until now. He always had trouble expressing his emotions, it was almost as though he thought that any tiny show of affection would tint in the image of his manliness or something at least that was the psychologist's opinion, the one he had been forced to see after an incident where one of his crew had been injured. That was definitely not true when it came to Kate, sure it took him a while to get there but once he started getting it out, it was like a dam had burst inside of him and he felt the sudden urge to release every single emotion inside of him, as though they were deadly poisons that had to be gotten rid of as soon as they were discovered. They stood in silence for a while, not needing any words.

The Hammersley was resting on the pier, reaching home once again. It seemed so long since Mike and Kate's conversation a few hours ago, both had been busy dealing with a couple of problems. A cloud of awkwardness had seemed to appear between them, ensuring that whispers of something happening between them had flooded the ship. Everyone seemed to what to know what was happening. All operations were in order with ship and the crew were starting to pile off, on their way to the pub or to see their loved ones ashore. Kate was standing on the deck with Nicky, Will wrapped in her arms. He was still asleep, his warm breath steady on her chest. Kate looked up and saw Mike walking from the ship, she realised that she had to tell him now. He didn't even seem to notice her calling him. She ran after him, Will still wrapped in her arms.

'Mike?' she called after him. He finally turned round, worry lines evident on his forehead.
'Yes' he said, looking down at her, taking in the sleeping form of Will in her arms. 'What's wrong?' he asked.
'Nothing' she replied. They stood there in silence for a moment, both looking out at the water.
'Kate, I'm trying to not push you here, I'm trying to give you time but it's hard when you keep sending me mixed messages' he said and turned away
'Mike?' she tried again, calling after his back. 'I love you too'

k well let me know if u want another fluffly piece to really round this off, if not then that was officially

THE END!!!!