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Persuasion:" Second Chances "(Anne / Frederick)

Title: "second chances"
Fandom: Persuasion
characters: Anne / Frederick
prompt: Summer Challenge-Made 3 "Sinking ships" for 120_minuten .
Rating: PG-12
Summary: decreases as the Laconia, Frederick thinks of Anne.
Word Count: 1021 words
Disclaimer: All Jane Austen and her heirs, none of this is me.
Notes: Death fic!. Quite cheesy. H / C - to be honest a lot of hurt and little comfort. * Sigh *
Beta: Ungebetat.

"second chances"

salt water burned his eyes. He heard the screams of his men, but he could do nothing more. The Laconia sank and he was her prisoner. The heavy bar on his chest, tied him to the ship and with bitter irony, he recognized that there is an adequate end for a sailor as he was.
The sea was cold and it drove the air from the lungs. He had trouble breathing and the stormy sea dashed over him in waves. He knew he would die tonight, as the water rose inexorably and pulled him away into the depths. Pictures appeared of a sudden in front of his eyes and he remembered.

*

When he entered the room he noticed it the first place. She sat on the sofa, which stood with their backs to the door and talked to his brother. This stood up when he observed Frederick, nodding to him.

"May I introduce," He drew attention to his guest, "Miss Anne Elliott of Kelynch Hall. This is my brother, Frederick Wentworth. "

Frederick nodded and Anne made a slight bow, while friendly, shy but smiled.

That was the moment in which Frederick fell in love.

He was a rational man of love at first sight and romantic flights of fancy, he did nothing. Yes, he doubted whether such a thing even existed. This changed when he saw Anne for the first time. She was certainly no beauty, but her eyes and her smile took him prisoner directly. He could not say why, but did one with security as they said goodbye later: He would see her again.

*

"Anne, I love you," he shouted as loud as if he wanted to announce to the world and not just her. Stormy he grabbed her arms and looked at her. Anne was touched by this exclamation, and the delicate flush overspread her cheeks. For Frederick it appeared all the more attractive and therefore he dismissed their shoulders to take her hands.

"Anne" he repeated, pulling her fingers to his lips, "my dear Anne." For a moment he was caught in the dizzying scent of her skin and in the delicacy of her hands to his mouth. Then he loosened his lips, but kept her hands in his.

"I love you, Anne," he said again, this time so loud that she could only hear it, "and I can not imagine a life without you. Anne, my little Anne, "he continued," with this I ask you to question my wife and me to conclude with the covenant of marriage. "

He sat down on one knee, the romantically exaggerated images he had ever loathed so forgotten.

"Oh, Anne ...", he sighed and his eyes expressed everything for which he lacked the words.

Anne looked at him and for a fraction of a second, Frederick was not sure what response he would receive. But then broke his smile train and she cast down her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered and looked up. Her gaze rested on him and they seemed to glow with excitement really. "Yes, Frederick, "she repeated.

Frederick jumped up. He could not believe his luck. Full of irrepressible joy that they had accepted him, he pulled her stormy in his arms so that they almost lost his footing. He did not care whether he violated the label or someone in that compromising pose saw all I could think of that he was Anne in his arms and that this was the happiest moment of his life.

*

"I can not," she said, her voice sounded forced, "I can not marry you."

"Anne, what ..." he exclaimed excitedly.

"We are too young," she interrupted him short. "I'm only 19," she said, as if he was not aware of this fact.

"Anne, what are you talking about?" He asked, barely able to hide the tremor in his voice.

"I spoke with Lady Russell, and she has shown me that we are still too young to get married now."

Frederick stared at him in horror and made him widely attacked, with his icy fingers interior.

"I love you, Anne," he replied, as if there is enough response to their statement.

gone up in Anne's eyes tear. "And I love you, Frederick," she replied, "but I can not marry you."

Frederick's heart stopped when she said that before unbridled anger seized him. Lady Russell, it was her work! She had persuaded Anne to solve their engagement because he was not good enough for her. No name, no assets, only a lousy sailor with anything else that he could give her, except his heart.

"Lady Russel," he spat out her name ... but fortfaren before he could, "interrupted Anne.

"Not," she said sadly, and put her small hand on his forearm, "Lady Russell stands instead of mother to me," she said, and made to destroy any arguments.

Frederick looked at her hand on his arm and looked at her. She looked sad, but determined. And suddenly he realized that it would not change its decision. He was not good enough for them and they had resolved their engagement.

Furious, he swallowed his arguments and withdrew her his arm as he turned and without another word of it stormed. Your desperate "Frederick" he ignored. Angry and helpless, he ran to his brother's parish, around blind to the beauty of nature it. He hated Anne Elliot that she had managed to hurt him like that. He hated her because she had broken his heart.

*

He closed his eyes as the damp cold of the sea died down around him. Desperate, he held his breath until he could not. Water-filled his lungs and forced him into full darkness. The last thing he thought was Anne. If God saved him and give him his life would once again, he knew he would make every effort to get it: The only woman he had loved in his life.

unconsciousness came over him and took him in death.


Life makes no second chances.