Written for 64damnprompts at livejournal, theme 42: Hope is the thing with Feathers. This is my first PotC piece, so be nice and review, please:)

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. But I wish I owned Johnny Depp.

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“I'm not sorry,” she whispers breathlessly. She wants to kiss him again, oh god, she wants to kiss him, and he knows it. Their lips are mere centimeters from each other, but suddenly they feel like miles.

Will is waiting for her. She's going to marry him. She loves him and he loves her.

So why does this feel so wrong? Why is her heart breaking and tears glazing on her eyes? And why did that damn compass start pointing at him?

She looks away. Is this really what she wants?

She can feel his breath, hot and heavy on her own, and god, she wants to kiss him. He's done so much for her, given her life color and hope and adventure, and she's repaying him with betrayal.

She gives him one last kiss; it's the least she can do for this cursed man.

And then she finds herself on the longboat with Will, spouting out some excuse of why Jack isn't here. They're leaving him to die, and she doesn't look back.

She's not sorry.

Liar.