Disclaimer: Not mine.

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She thinks he's coming. I noticed it in her eyes this morning... passionate sparkles of expectation and hope. She's sitting there, staring off at the harbor and waiting for a man twice her age to rescue her from this house. My house. She's waiting for the man she loves.

What happens if he never comes? What happens if she waits for him for the rest of her life, and her poor heart breaks just as mine has? What will we be then? -- Two pathetic people in complete dispair because we cannot have the people we know we're truly meant to be with? I waited for the right moment to tell Elizabeth that I loved her. I waited 'til she was engaged to someone else... Is it possible that Jack, lacking that kind of timing, would wait until she was married?

What if he does show up? I would rather stab myself in the eye with thirty sewing needles than watch her fall into his arms, or come home to find an empty house and a small note explaining where she has gone and that she's terribly sorry she couldn't love me anymore. I will not stand off to the side and watch as she sails away with the man who helped me to save her.

It would be too much...

Or maybe it wouldn't. Part of me keeps saying that as long as she's happy, I'm happy... But I'm not sure which way I'm supposed to be going. Happy for her, or miserable with her? Content myself with waking up to a hollow, faded girl... or feel grateful to someone else because they see her eyes glowing the moment they open their own, and they can make her shine? I do want Elizabeth to be happy. Sickeningly so, but... She was supposed to be happy with me.

And she's not.

So what now? Leave for work and pray that today isn't the one in which Captain Jack Sparrow will tie The Black Pearl up and come to seek my wife? It looks like it...

How awful.

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