Elisabeth

Chapter 7

Author's note: I am truly sorry for posting after like five days or something. It feels like forever, because I used to post every two days. I was in Paris for three days, came back exhausted and after one night of sleep, I had to babysit my cousins and I slept over there. Yesterday I came home and I had to go to my cousin's birthday and my uncle's birthday. Please forgive me? 

So here is chapter 7 of the book;

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Chapter 7

Will woke up, the sun shining bright through the window-without-glass. He opened his eyes and quickly closed them again because of the bright light. Slowly he opened them again. The wound on his leg was healing and his back and arm were nearly recovered. His upper leg was back to normal again, Will could still feel the rim of her dress on his leg. It had hurt so much, and he hated himself for that. All he wanted right now was her dress to touch his bare skin, and her soft fingers touching his legs. It was hard to explain that it was one of the best feelings in life combined with the worst pain he had ever felt. 

How hungry he was. He didn't remember exactly when he got back to her house, but it must have been some days ago. All he could remember was how he would wake up to find Elisa sitting next to him. When she would notice he was awake, Elisa would try to feed him. Will could hardly eat anything, but she tried it every time. He stuck his head trough the window and examined the beach. She was probably working in the garden. He walked outside -kind of hopped, actually- only to find her standing in the river. Will wanted to talk to her, thank her, and secretly kiss her, but she was so beautiful. Elisa's pretty face was concentrated and calm. Her honeyblonde, curly hair was hanging over her shoulders. Then, when Will was figuring out her big, blue-green eyes from her side, she quickly stabbed her stick in the water and turned around.

'I've got dinner!' She told him with a smile that could melt hearts. It was one of happiness and triumph. Had she known he was standing there, or did she always turn around and yell she had got dinner to nobody? Will became red.

'Did you know I was standing here?' Elisa frowned.

'Of course, silly. I am not stupid.'  Will recognized a bit of playfulness in the sentence. He grinned. Her British accent was utterly adorable. In all those days he had been on the island, she had had always been serious and had behaved mature. It was not until this moment he realized she was still a child, and had actually grown up too fast.

'So how is your leg doing?' Elisa asked him with concern in her voice.

'Quite good, my upper leg doesn't hurt anymore at all, and my lower leg is still a bit sensitive.'

'So I can remove the moss?' Elisa asked. Will nodded.

'Alright, why don't you get something to eat, from the kitchen - not some random tree with dangerous insects, and I'll wrap this fish into some leaves and light the fire.'

'Okay.' Was his short answer. He took some of the fruit -well he thought it was fruit, but who could know for sure? The food was so different- and walked outside. Elisa was sitting next to the fire, the sky was turning a bit dark behind her back. He sat down next to her.

The silence was comfortable, but he wanted to know so much.

'How long?' She looked up at him. She was smaller than he was, and she had the skinny figure that all the girls he knew dreamed of.

'How long what?' She questioned.

'How long have I been in bed?'

'Some four days.' She said.

'Wow.' Was all Will could think of. 'Why would you take care of me?' She took the fish from the fire and put it down on a wooden plate.

'Why not?' She said coldly. Will shrugged.

'Because I'm annoying, I ask too much, I do nothing but eat and sleep and it takes so much time to take care of wounded people.' Elisa ate her part of the fish and ignored him. Why did she ignore him? Did she like him? Did she love him? Was she afraid of admitting those things? 'Why, Elisa?' Will whispered. Elisa closed her eyes, a tear formed.

'You're all I have.' She whispered. It was so soft you could barely hear it, but Will could hear what she said clearly.

He was all she had.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story. If you like it, please vote, comment and share :). Honestly, I would love to have some feedback, and I would like to know: should I change the title? 

xxx Suzanne

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Dedicated to Fallzswimmer, because "My life with the Walter boys" kept me occupied in the bus back from Paris.