Keep My Heart- Prologue

Keep My Heart- 25

"Absence makes thy heart grow fonder.

Presence makes thy love be stronger.

And all places between and low,

you keep my heart and I love you so."

Hola, readers! My poem above is just something I threw together, for fun. It's a taste of my semi-awful poetry, hahaha. PLEASE...

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The skies were clear most of that week, vacant of puffy white clouds and of storm clouds. The sun was bright and most days the delicate ladies who frequented the Raptor stayed inside and busied themselves with one another's company and hand sewing. The days had turned to hurricane season, a perilous time to be in the Carribean but fair weather prevailed so far.

In the evenings, the Hawkes were quiet, apart of the conversation and there were slight signs of strain in them. There had been several sleepless nights, hours that Olivia wept and begged him to stay with her, hours that Adam explained to her repetitvely that he could not. It began when he came in as she laid in the bed, and had obviously been crying since she had gotten into the chamber. Each night she faced the wall, her sensitive mind reeling with the acute possibilites of what might happen now that her husband was involved in a war. And each night, Adam lay down beside her, and stroked her hair and promised to her that everything would work out. He pressed his lips to the warm flesh on her neck, wrapped his arm about her waist and murmured that this war would hopefully blow over in a couple of months.

She would then ask him something along the lines of how he could promise her such things. After he told her he did not promise her anything of the sort, she would cry and bat his hands away.

But things were always better a few minutes after that. It was difficult for her to understand, now that they had admitted their love, that she would be forced to live life without Adam. Without him, she felt lost. He had been the lamp to her way and the light to her path. Doubtless, he was a God send.

And then the day came, the day they stood at the bow of the Raptor, six days since they had been rescued. Olivia's eyes were red rimmed and she was pale, and she was very frail-looking. It worried her husband, but he said nothing, and stared straight ahead, swallowing. He did not want to leave her. He wanted to go home and begin life. He wanted to turn to a new page in his life. He wanted to be a better husband to her than he was.

He wanted to wrap her up. He never wanted to let her forget.

Wordlessly, he curled his arm around her shoulders. She remained silent, refusing to respond for her emotions would collapse in her chest. It was so small, such a small thought. But it was the possibility of what might happen that threatened to swallow her whole and send her entire existence reeling.

No, if she responded, the sky would fall and she couldn't handle it.

Sometimes Olivia wished she hadn't figured out how strong love could be. It seemed only to crumble.

So when he pulled her near to him, she stepped away. It seemed to crack her heart into tiny shards, and with tears in her eyes, she escaped to the small chamber and cried.

He stood there for a minute, resting his hands on the side. But he went after her, and when he got there, he slammed the door. For a second, he stood there, hands trembling slightly at his sides, and the blood thrummed through his body.

She sat up on the bed, and stared at him, round blue eyes glistening with tears.

"You and I could go round with fighting over this war and my position in it, Olivia. But I am finished and no amount of tears is going to alter this reality."

She began to open her mouth and say something but he crossed the room and towered her.

"I might not come home. It is entirely possible. It is a reality we must both face with courage and a certain amount of indifference." His words struck her like a slap in the face but she remained rigid and swallowed her tears. Her entire world was discombobulated, in the strangest and most severe sense of the word.

"Fine!" she heard herself say, and it was like she was hearing another person speaking. "I could not care less! Go! Go and fight this ridiculous war. I don't care if you ever come back."

"Say what you please in your moments of fury. I'm not to be manipulated by your words."

"Get out!" she cried. "Get out!" 

Her husband swallowed and stood his ground. His pulse jumped to the skies and he stared at her. He could hardly stand this.

Olivia's vision was blurred with tears and she hurled a pillow at him. Once again, here it came. He was leaving her, just like Rashleigh. Money and beauty had been better than her once, and now honor and promises were better. Her husband's word was worth more than she was.

This was more than she could handle. Releasing a painful scream, she flung herself on the bed, face down, sobbing. She wanted him out. She wanted him away.

He left, wordless, and closed the door. He stood in the dark of the corridor, where there were no others. Adam Hawke was entirely alone, feeling with discontent and barely being able to withstand the pain. He lied. He did care and he wanted to stay with her.

But he couldn't. Over the next few minutes, he attempted to compose himself. There, in the solitude of the dark, hearing his wife crying in the other room, Adam Hawke felt his very being coming undone. It was unlike anything he had ever felt.

It surpassed the death of his mother and the bloody abandonment of his father. Tears flooded his eyes and he wanted to rattle her empty little head until he made sense to her. Once something was in her head, as far as she was concerned, it was the divine law. He huffed and a hot tear spilled from his eyes.

He had began to weep until there was an incredible roar, a whiz of air down the hall, and then there was dust everywhere. He hardly understood for a matter of minutes, before he heard the quiet, alarming soundlessness from the other room.