Potc | Mary/Will, James/Will, James/Tom
Title: Hope
Pairing: Will/Mary (OC) James/Will, James/Tom,
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
originally posted here
Hope
I love you.
The three words we all want to hear.
The three words we seek salvation from.
The three words we crave to mend our broken hearts.
The most abused three words. Bruised and tainted. Empty.
The three words that will open any woman’s heart.
The three words that will open any woman’s legs.
The three words that will open any woman’s purse.
I have used it often, but only meant it once. And that one time broke me and left me slowly bleeding away.
James.
My hero for years. My best friend later. He wanted to protect me by pushing me away, but he only managed to rip my heart out and turn me into an empty shell. When he fell in love, it felt as if that man, his lover, had crushed the shell I’ve become under his feet. And all I could do was hope that I could at least mar the skin on his soles.
But the she came. Like an angel. Caring and kind.
Mary.
She picked up the shards and did everything she could to mend me while letting me try to mend her. She gave me hope that one day I could be free from the ties that bind me to James.
I never said those three words to her.
I didn’t love her. Still don’t. My heart belongs to James. I’m still caught between freezing and melting when I feel his skin against mine as we shake hands. I still can’t breathe when he smiles at me. I still shiver when he leans closer to whisper something in my ear. I still dream about him at night and wake up aching for his touch.
But Mary, she get’s under my skin. I shake in front of her like a child who has done wrong but want to protect her from the world’s cruelty. She makes my insides tremble in wanton need but something in her makes me see her as a chaste virgin. She’s warm and soft like the first caresses of sunshine on a summer morning but she can burn. She’s pure and innocent like a child but she is pregnant with dark secrets. She scares me sometimes. It scares me that she can be strong and fierce if needed but also fragile and vulnerable. I’m scared of breaking her. I hurt her once. Badly. It was my fear of hurting her that made me hurt her in the end. And even if she forgave me, I could never forgive myself.
She loves me. It’s written in her eyes, in her smile, in her every movement.
I wish I could love her back. I wish one day I could give her my heart and ask her to keep it. She deserves it. She deserves to be loved. I wish she knew that too.
It would be so easy to just say those three words. To lie to her. I have tried many times. But she would be able to tell, I know. And it would ruin everything.
So I stay silent and hope.
Hope is all I’ve got.
Pairing: Will/Mary (OC) James/Will, James/Tom,
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
originally posted here
Hope
I love you.
The three words we all want to hear.
The three words we seek salvation from.
The three words we crave to mend our broken hearts.
The most abused three words. Bruised and tainted. Empty.
The three words that will open any woman’s heart.
The three words that will open any woman’s legs.
The three words that will open any woman’s purse.
I have used it often, but only meant it once. And that one time broke me and left me slowly bleeding away.
James.
My hero for years. My best friend later. He wanted to protect me by pushing me away, but he only managed to rip my heart out and turn me into an empty shell. When he fell in love, it felt as if that man, his lover, had crushed the shell I’ve become under his feet. And all I could do was hope that I could at least mar the skin on his soles.
But the she came. Like an angel. Caring and kind.
Mary.
She picked up the shards and did everything she could to mend me while letting me try to mend her. She gave me hope that one day I could be free from the ties that bind me to James.
I never said those three words to her.
I didn’t love her. Still don’t. My heart belongs to James. I’m still caught between freezing and melting when I feel his skin against mine as we shake hands. I still can’t breathe when he smiles at me. I still shiver when he leans closer to whisper something in my ear. I still dream about him at night and wake up aching for his touch.
But Mary, she get’s under my skin. I shake in front of her like a child who has done wrong but want to protect her from the world’s cruelty. She makes my insides tremble in wanton need but something in her makes me see her as a chaste virgin. She’s warm and soft like the first caresses of sunshine on a summer morning but she can burn. She’s pure and innocent like a child but she is pregnant with dark secrets. She scares me sometimes. It scares me that she can be strong and fierce if needed but also fragile and vulnerable. I’m scared of breaking her. I hurt her once. Badly. It was my fear of hurting her that made me hurt her in the end. And even if she forgave me, I could never forgive myself.
She loves me. It’s written in her eyes, in her smile, in her every movement.
I wish I could love her back. I wish one day I could give her my heart and ask her to keep it. She deserves it. She deserves to be loved. I wish she knew that too.
It would be so easy to just say those three words. To lie to her. I have tried many times. But she would be able to tell, I know. And it would ruin everything.
So I stay silent and hope.
Hope is all I’ve got.