Jack stabs the heart, and Elizabeth thinks He'll live. Davy Jones, that murderer, whispers a name and topples into the sea, and Elizabeth thinks He'll live.
To think otherwise would be to give up, and Elizabeth is ever determined.
For a heart-wrenching moment, with Will's eyes open wide and full of his deep, unshakable love, a love she relies on like she needs air to breathe, Elizabeth almost believes he'll recover. Trembling fingers lightly smooth the sides of his face as if she can convince him to stay through gentle touch alone. Her breath catches; there's too much she wants to say, so much more than the denial and pleas to stay, but other words stick in her throat like sand.
I love you.
His eyes close and, with a sickening, hollow certainty, she knows they won't open again.
"No," Elizabeth whispers, fingers tightening on his (lifeless) face. "No. No! NOOOOO!"
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:42 pm (UTC)To think otherwise would be to give up, and Elizabeth is ever determined.
For a heart-wrenching moment, with Will's eyes open wide and full of his deep, unshakable love, a love she relies on like she needs air to breathe, Elizabeth almost believes he'll recover. Trembling fingers lightly smooth the sides of his face as if she can convince him to stay through gentle touch alone. Her breath catches; there's too much she wants to say, so much more than the denial and pleas to stay, but other words stick in her throat like sand.
I love you.
His eyes close and, with a sickening, hollow certainty, she knows they won't open again.
"No," Elizabeth whispers, fingers tightening on his (lifeless) face. "No. No! NOOOOO!"