A/N: This is simply here because I felt like writing it.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
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Elizabeth was gone. Elizabeth was gone. Elizabeth was gone. Will sank to his knees as the full realisation of what had happened hit him. Elizabeth was dead, and so was their first child, a girl. The midwife quietly left the room; left the man to his grief.
The Governor would have to be told. Will shut his eyes against thoughts of what needed to be done, he couldn't bear to look in to the future. He couldn't see how there could possibly be one. Without Elizabeth, there was no reason to hold on. In one cruel blow, every one of his ties to this world had been severed. And yet he was still here.
How was that possible? His Elizabeth was lying cold on their bed; the new born babe's lifeless form cradled in her arms. And yet he still survived. How?
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The night of the burial, Will was awakened by a storm raging over the island. He remembered Elizabeth watching the rain and lightening with fascination, even as the child grew inside her. Blinded by the memory, he stumbled down the stairs. Once outside, the raindrops mixed with the tears on his cheeks.
Standing on the very edge of the cliff, Will was well aware of the danger, and unconcerned by it. Below, the noise of the waves mingled with the rumble of thunder and the gentle splash of rain. He felt the mud slide beneath his feet, and did not try to stop the fall into the crushing black oblivion.
"I'm coming, Elizabeth…"