She laid there in the dark with her head lovingly placed on his chest, her heart beating uneasy knowing that merely days ago another did the same. He had promised her his love, his loyalty... and he had broken his promise to her so brutally that it broke her heart. She was not OK with his pirate way of life, she was not alright with him explaining:
"but, at least I'm coming home to you at the end of the night"
She just laid there, her broken heart wanting to spill out upon this defiled bed she lay in. In a soft whisper she asked him if he was happy and he said yes, but he did not ask her the same. The truth was that she wasn't happy, she felt used and mistreated and it pained her that she allowed him to do so. It wasn't like her to let things slide, she was a pirate, a fighter... yet she found herself lacking the courage to say goodbye, which is what she should have done long before tonight. She wanted to ask this man so many more questions, there were so many things that had remained unanswered. She knew he wanted to lay with other woman, she new that he liked it. Never did he strike her as a man who would settle down, which left her wondering why she bothered. He loved her, yes, but only as much as he could... which was not enough, she deserved more. He knew it, he knew that she deserved the world if not more and he knew that he could never give it. He loved her in the only way he knew how, with the weight of his lust and the bulk of his desire for pretty things, he was a pirate... and treasure can be more than just silver and gold. She was his treasure, but her exterior had been tarnished by his greedy hands and her worth she had forgotten. She was tired of games and riddles to solve, he was an honest man and rarely lied... but the truth he spoke of hurt. He was honest, but not faithful and he wasn't afraid to tell her so. She appreciated his honesty and she was happy she knew where he wandered, and she was happy she knew which bed he would lay in next... but it broke her heart that he had stories of other woman to speak of, she just couldn't take it anymore. She knew the end was approaching, possibly hours away. she would have to tell him of all her hurt and then say adieu, there was a change in the winds ahead... finally she could set sail and find her place amidst the sea. She didn't know where to go from here... all she knew was that anywhere but here was good.
To Be Continued...
Comments (7)
Nicely written! There is a jump from her thoughts to his that is a little confusing at... He loved her yes, but only as much as he could... maybe a new paragraph?
Really enjoyable! I hope this isn't something autobiographical though.
Ang
BTW, I was reading something today that reminded me of you. I know you like this stuff too, perhaps you haven't seem it yet? Check it out:
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21994224-2,00.html
"her broken heart wanting to spill out upon this defiled bed "
- I cried a little when I read that. Beautifully sad. I also love the mournful picture of the white ship.