No, Ana. You're wrong. Just this once you're wrong.
[ His voice was even, quiet. ]
When I was back out there, I had a friend that told me somethin' I never quite understood. "When you love somebody, you don't need proof." She'd say it to me all the time. I always thought it was rubbish, like she was kiddin' herself.
But then I started thinkin' about what that meant. Maybe what it means to me and what it means to Alice are two different things, but here's what I figure: it means I shouldn't need to keep thinkin' about what happened cause you already told me why it did. I shouldn't need you to prove that you care about me over and over. I should believe in you.
[ His eyes shot to the floor, a sudden embarrassment overtaking him. He hadn't let himself be a romantic in a long time. He peered up at her again, his thumb gently rubbing against her cheek. ]
I love you, Anastasia, and I know you love me too. That's all the proof I'll never need.
[ "Just this once." Anastasia almost laughed at that statement, considering how many wrongs she'd committed, but she thought better of it given Will's tone. This was something he had to say, and she wasn't going to stop him. If there was one thing she was, it was a listener when it came to Will.
And this was something she wanted to listen to, which made it all the easier. The seriousness of his tone had made her smile falter for just a few seconds, but by the time he was done, she was smiling softly.
Instead of giving him a verbal reply, as she couldn't think of anything more than needed to be said to that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Will's. It was gentle at first, her hand moving up to his cheek as though she was trying to console him and show him that yes, she understood.
And she did. More than anything, she'd wanted to believe that Will would love her still, even after everything, because she couldn't imagine not loving him. It'd hurt so much to lose him, for it to be her fault, and she tried so hard to get over him but it wasn't possible. There was no reality in which Anastasia Tremaine would not love Will Scarlet. It wouldn't matter how different the stars scattered across the night sky were, or what direction the sun rose in, she would never be capable of not loving him.
That was why when she had realized that the first time it was so painful, to realize that she may have burned that bridge. To realize that she may have turned that love into hatred, to screw up again and again even though the only thing she wanted was him back and then when she had finally resigned herself to a fate in which no matter how much she loved him, she wouldn't be able to see him again, she made a final mistake to try to just have anything. There was a darkness everywhere when the sun went down and she had resigned herself to the night just before the sun finally rose. That was the day that Will Scarlet transferred into the prison.
And if Will found out that she'd almost given herself up to the darkness she was afraid that he would never forgive her, but here he was. She had told him, he didn't find out as though it were a scandal in a tabloid magazine, he found out from her. He still loved her; he still forgave her. He still wanted her.
Anastasia found her eyes watering as she kissed him, suddenly overcome by a strong bout of happiness. She knew he was drunk still. She could taste the alcohol on his lips still, but she threw her arms around him anyway and Jefferson's hat tumbled to the floor behind her with that quick movement as she deepened the kiss, not letting go of Will until she was satisfied that he could feel through that kiss that every ounce of her being was his.
When she finally let him go, the smile on her lips wouldn't fade. ]
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[ His voice was even, quiet. ]
When I was back out there, I had a friend that told me somethin' I never quite understood. "When you love somebody, you don't need proof." She'd say it to me all the time. I always thought it was rubbish, like she was kiddin' herself.
But then I started thinkin' about what that meant. Maybe what it means to me and what it means to Alice are two different things, but here's what I figure: it means I shouldn't need to keep thinkin' about what happened cause you already told me why it did. I shouldn't need you to prove that you care about me over and over. I should believe in you.
[ His eyes shot to the floor, a sudden embarrassment overtaking him. He hadn't let himself be a romantic in a long time. He peered up at her again, his thumb gently rubbing against her cheek. ]
I love you, Anastasia, and I know you love me too. That's all the proof I'll never need.
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And this was something she wanted to listen to, which made it all the easier. The seriousness of his tone had made her smile falter for just a few seconds, but by the time he was done, she was smiling softly.
Instead of giving him a verbal reply, as she couldn't think of anything more than needed to be said to that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Will's. It was gentle at first, her hand moving up to his cheek as though she was trying to console him and show him that yes, she understood.
And she did. More than anything, she'd wanted to believe that Will would love her still, even after everything, because she couldn't imagine not loving him. It'd hurt so much to lose him, for it to be her fault, and she tried so hard to get over him but it wasn't possible. There was no reality in which Anastasia Tremaine would not love Will Scarlet. It wouldn't matter how different the stars scattered across the night sky were, or what direction the sun rose in, she would never be capable of not loving him.
That was why when she had realized that the first time it was so painful, to realize that she may have burned that bridge. To realize that she may have turned that love into hatred, to screw up again and again even though the only thing she wanted was him back and then when she had finally resigned herself to a fate in which no matter how much she loved him, she wouldn't be able to see him again, she made a final mistake to try to just have anything. There was a darkness everywhere when the sun went down and she had resigned herself to the night just before the sun finally rose. That was the day that Will Scarlet transferred into the prison.
And if Will found out that she'd almost given herself up to the darkness she was afraid that he would never forgive her, but here he was. She had told him, he didn't find out as though it were a scandal in a tabloid magazine, he found out from her. He still loved her; he still forgave her. He still wanted her.
Anastasia found her eyes watering as she kissed him, suddenly overcome by a strong bout of happiness. She knew he was drunk still. She could taste the alcohol on his lips still, but she threw her arms around him anyway and Jefferson's hat tumbled to the floor behind her with that quick movement as she deepened the kiss, not letting go of Will until she was satisfied that he could feel through that kiss that every ounce of her being was his.
When she finally let him go, the smile on her lips wouldn't fade. ]
I love you, Will.