Summary:

He made a promise to her; to love her forever. That was easy. But could they be together? When she left, he found someone else, but she unexpectedly returns and he doesn't know how to handle the situation. The only thing he can think of is to love her like he wanted to for all those years.

He had never thought he would be in love at eighteen years of age. It was unthinkable for such a young person to be able to conjure such feelings from such a sacred place; the heart. But with her help, Isabella's, it was almost too easy to love. Everything about her was perfect and he wouldn't change one thing about her. Her words were a song, stuck in his head and when she danced clumsily along this shoreline, he couldn't help but laugh. Finally she stopped and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Will, promise you won't forget me." Isabella said as they gazed at the horizon. The sun slowly set and the wind blew her white dress and hair back.

"I promise." He said. "How could I forget your smile? The smell of peaches in your hair?" Will said attempting to be romantic.

"Oh, stop it. You're so cheesy." She laughed. The laugh that brought him the greatest happiness.

Their feet sank in the warm sand and the wind blew in their hair. Will looked at Isabella as she danced to the sound of the waves in the sand. He got up and held her at her waist and swung her around. They kissed. His first kiss and his last kiss with her before she left.

The night before her departure, Will lay in his bed staring into the darkness wondering what he could do to keep her here. Nobody understood how much he needed her. She was the only person who always knew what he meant and always knew what he wanted. And now he wanted her. He remembered when they first met a year ago. At first, she never even wanted to talk to him. His sister, Sophie, had been a servant to Isabella and so he had finally gotten the opportunity to talk to her. After many challenges and nagging, she had agreed to go out with him. He would never forget the first time he saw her. It was a dream and tomorrow was the rude awakening.

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She woke up that cold morning, the morning that she would leave for Spain, her homeland. She would leave Will behind, her life behind, and her mother behind. Her parents couldn't settle their differences. Her father took custody of her with wishes to return to Barcelona.

Isabella changed into her dress and hid her trousers and shirt that she wore when her parents weren't around. "Bloody corset." She muttered under her breath. She combed her dark brown hair and stared in the mirror thinking.

"Come Isabella. You must eat breakfast before we set sail for Spain." Her father motioned for her to come and sit down and she did.

"Father, why can't we stay in England?" she said.

"I will have none of that, Isabella. I know what is best for us. Now eat." He said. Isabella looked into his hazel eyes that were just like hers. She didn't question her father any further and ate quickly so that she could meet up with Will for one last time before she left.

She ran barefoot and barely tripping on her dress. She headed towards the beach and she saw Will in the distance. Isabella smiled as she jumped into his arms. She hugged him tightly and Will breathed in her wonderful scent.

"I will write to you every day. I promise." He whispered into her ear.

"I will await those letters. One day we will be together." She said with her arms around him. Her eyes glistening and a smile formed on her face once more. Isabella didn't know smiling would be scarce in the future. Their lips had almost touched when-

"Isabella, stay away from that peasant!" her father pulled her away and pushed her to the ship. Will stood their longing for that last kiss, longing for the presence of Isabella. He started after her when soldiers took his hands pulling him away. He gave a furious kick but his situation was powerless.

"I love you, Will!" she yelled at the top of her lungs while being pushed on board by the soldiers and her father.

That was the third time she had ever said that to him. She only said it during special times but she had always felt it. The first time had been a year ago. It had been raining outside and there was not a soul on the road. They had almost a mile until they were back in town. He remembered spinning her, her toes squeaking against the mud. Then she had stopped, pushed away his hair smiling and whispered those three words that he had been wanting to tell her.

"I love you, too!" he yelled back when one of the guards wrestled him down to the floor.

"Leave, you begger!" the guard shoved him away. Isabella's figure faded away and the guards let him go. But Will didn't return home; he returned to the road where she had declared her love for him. He needed the reminder that they would be alright.