So Much More to Say
Summary: A profound realisation sets in for Frank.
Rated: K+
A/N: Just a super short fic from Frank's perspective as he is leaving Sydney. :)
"It would just be fantastic if you did want to go. If you could come."
Frank heard his own words in his head. He really wanted Rachel to sail with him to Venezuela. But it was too late to go back, surely, Frank thought. He was almost past the Heads, meaning he was officially almost out of Sydney waters. If he turned the yacht around and went back to the wharf now, what would that look like? What on earth would Rachel think if he suddenly appeared again? She'd think he was mad for sure. Although she probably thought he was nuts already anyway.
"Bloody hell," Frank groaned loudly and tilted his head back.
With every kilometre he travelled further away from Sydney, the more he found himself thinking about Rachel. Why couldn't he say anything else to her? Why couldn't he admit how he was feeling? He knew the way he felt about her wasn't bullshit. He wouldn't have wanted her to go with him otherwise. But the words… the words which should have formed meaningful sentences just wouldn't come out when he wanted them to. Saying "I love you" would have no doubt been a bit fucked up. That would give away too much. Instead, three very different and perhaps even more fucked up words came out: "You take care."
"Yeah, you take care Rachel," Frank groaned again and rubbed his face with one hand, while the other remained gripped on the wheel. He'd said that to Rachel many times before, usually when she was about to go and do some detective work by herself. It was true though; Frank did want her to take care while he was gone. But what the hell was he thinking? What if he never saw Rachel again? "You take care" would be the last words he said to her.
"Fuck," Frank exclaimed, which was followed by a loud sigh as a single, profound realisation finally hit him.
He had so much more to say.
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