#ukxbela

I observed as Artur stood out the window, standing at the ship's deck, staring out at the sea with a complex expression. He looked weary; tired of his travels and battles but more then that, I knew what truly was hunting him at the moment. It was hunting me as well, albeit I had always been the better between the two of us at suppressing emotions when needed to. Moving forward, my footsteps echoed across the room, I quickly gained his attention. His shoulders stiffed. "Angliya..." I whispered, as he turned to face me. Artur sighed loudly. Dejected? I frowned displeased at his expressed reaction upon seeing me, but as he massaged his temples and relaxed his shoulders. I couldn't find my voice, I couldn't reprehend him. Looking at him stoic, I advanced towards him. Anyone else would have realised he was having a bad day, wishing to be left alone, but it was the last thing on my mind as I seeked to be at his side. He turned toward the water again, then spoke in a muttering tone. "Yeh know lass, our voyage is drawing to a close." he said. I moved next to him, observing the seas he loved so much, enjoyed so much and had been enjoying to share alongside with her for months to no end. The memories felt like a dream to me, now that I recalled. I noticed as I glanced sideways, his eyes sparkled with unshed tears and I, for just that second wished, I was not the cause of his heartaches.

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No words can describe, the pain of leaving you behind. My biggest regret is that I never confessed, how much I loved you. I never seized the opportunity, even in those never ending cerulean days to softly whisper, Я тебя люблю ... Artur.