takesheart (takesheart) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-03-02 08:51:00 |
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Dutchman arrived early and sat facing the door, taking the best view. She was kind of sorry, except not really. When she was around Will, she’d melt. She’d give the world for him, but she was different around everyone else. She <I>rarely</I> apologized.
Dutch had been preparing herself for this visit against waves of regret or uneasiness that might blindside her cause by all she had put him through. She also knew that Bill and Will looked very much alike. She’d have to keep her guard up. But when she <I>saw</I> Bill walk through the door, the bell ringing behind him, it could have easily been Will and it took her breath away.
Even though her head told her to stay sitting, she was already up and walking towards him. Staring. He had already begun to age by the time he had stepped foot on her decks. This blew her away.
“…Bill…I knew that you looked like Will, or rather <I>he</I> looks like <I>you</I>, but…God…you’re…” <I>beautiful</I>, she wanted to say. But she didn’t and the hand that had been reaching to touch his face was pulled away. The childish wonder and vulnerable adoration was gone.
“Over here,” she said, turning her back on the father of the only man she had ever loved and lost.
“I recommend the fish-n-chips.”