No Sound Without Silence

Chapter 16

Second chapter for the day. This is really the least that I can do, guys, for leaving you like that which is very cruel. I'm very very sorry from the bottom of my heart. I hope some of you are still with me. If not, I really don't blame you. It's my fault after all :(

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Don't want to be a stranger

Want to be the one you need

I can be your world, your life

 Your lover, all for free

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Emma woke up from a good night's rest which was very rare. She didn't know why but she's got a hunch it might be because of the man who she knew was behind that smell of bacon coming from outside, erasing all memories of sleep from her mind. She got up and tended her bed hair a bit in the spare room he told her was hers now. It was the same size as the room she got at the inn she had stayed except it didn't have a bathroom. The bathroom was outside and yes, they were sharing bathrooms.

When she walked into the kitchen, she was welcomed with the strong smell of pancakes and bacon, not to mention the tall, dark-haired British man standing in front of the stove with his back to her. She sat down at the table just behind him and he looked over his shoulder with a smile.

"Good morning." he chirped.

"Good morning." she replied with a sleepy voice completely ruining the feel good vibes he was giving off.

He raised an eyebrow at her in mock annoyance. She just stuck her tongue out to which he pouted in reply before bringing his attention back to the cooking bacon. She rolled her eyes before she slumped down to rest her head on the table, letting the sleep completely fade out of her mind while the smell of bacon pushed it away.

Her eyes fell on the back of the man who's been the craziest thing that's happened to her life. She watched slowly as the muscles of his back moved while he flipped the bacons over the pan. First, he came crashing into her life as if he knew everything about her. Well, he really didn't but he knew of the mask she was wearing and the dark wounds behind it. He could see through her so easily, it scared her to death knowing someone could see through her foolproof fortress that no one had been able to look past through. Then she slowly learned about the mysterious pirate, wanting to know the man behind that mask that she knew so well. It almost frightened her to death how different they were yet so similar, how far they seem in the edge of the realms yet so close in their souls. She accepted him finally after learning that he gave up his ship for her because no one in the right mind would give up such a thing of significance just for her even though she already knew the man underneath the mask so well. It terrified her how easily he was able to slip into her life like he was there all along, like his figure fit so well, like he belonged there.

But he kept his word. When I win your heart, Emma, and I will win it, it will not be because of trickery. It will be because you want me.

Now he was here in her world, without magic, without anything, without her, completely detached from the world he once lived in, from the life he once led. And it hurt her to know that everything that happened, everything that had gone between them, everything they had was gone. What was more was that he was standing there right in front of her, oblivious to everything that was, standing there like he was having the best mornings a man could ever have. But what killed her the most was that she couldn't do anything. Indeed, it seemed fate was bringing them closer to each other, but he just felt so far. He was so close to her, yet he was so, so far away in a place she felt she couldn't reach. With each passing day, it felt like she was doing nothing, but make the distance between them grow and grow, and she was terrified what would happen if her hands couldn't grasp his hand anymore.