Grovington: Smart Match
Lt. Groves stood back. He was hiding. The Commodore was proposing to Elizabeth. It was a 'smart match'. That didn't make it the right match. He'd watch from afar. His heart would break piece by piece, but he could endure it. Alone. He could hear the words. Although faint, they cut him like a knife cut through butter. He closed his eyes. He would hold his breath until it all ended. Then it happened. It was all so fast, but he could finally breathe. The splash. Elizabeth had fallen. If luck was on his side, she'd fall on the rocks.