Author: Laura H
Category: Post-AWE, W/E
Disclaimer: The Mouse Owns All
A/N: 100 words for the blackpearlsails prompt 'Cross'.
The beach is smaller in the dark. Above, constellations arc across the heavens; to the Universe, grief is empty and the world won't slow its spin.
The heart beats steadily, but she cannot bear to listen to the noise that flesh, not wood, should quieten. Instead she looks to the narrow cut in the sand where his sword crossed hers; proof that he passed this way once, proof that he was real.
How long should I stay here? she wonders, but already knows the answer. As long as she needs to.
Elizabeth pulls her blade free and begins to walk.