This is set just after Bridget walks off after the Law Council Dinner (that's what it was called, right? Haha)
Second movie. Movie Universe (obviously). Hopefully you enjoy it, it's my first BJD fic so please be kind! Reviews would be greatly appreciated! :)
Note: Unfortunately I don't own any of the characters. However, if anyone wants to find me my own Mark Darcy, I would be eternally grateful!
Mark wandered aimlessly along the pavement trying to comprehend what had just happened. He couldn't quite believe that Bridget had just chucked him over something so trivial. He had indeed called her behaviour ridiculous which, as soon as the words had departed his lips, he instantly hadn't exactly been overly warm to her during the bloody awful dinner, but it wasn't exactly the place to behave like a love sick puppy. Furthermore, being surrounded by his "balding upper-middle class twits" of colleges wasn't exactly the most romantic setting. He chuckled a little in spite of himself as he thought of her face as soon as she had said that, and her trying to backtrack as to not cause him or his work colleges insult. She was so adorably nonsensical. He knew she was partially right though, they were an awfully dull bunch. She was however the brightest and most wonderful thing to come into his life in a very long time, and secretly he had hope that he might have, even slightly, had the same impact on her life.
Obviously not though, he bitterly thought to himself.
They had only been apart for 15 minutes and already he missed her, craved to see her, hold her and apologise to her about how much of an idiot he had been. That's when it hit him, he loved her.
Oh jesus, what an idiot he'd been! he thought as he mentally scolded himself for his stupidity. This relationship was the most important thing in his life, more important than any snobby Tory Lawyer's opinion. He was not about to loose the most important thing in his life. Not now, not ever.
By this time he had walked all the way down Cathedral Street, it was only a two minute walk to Bridget's from where he was. He wasn't going to loose her, not after his realisation of how much she meant to him. He refused to give up on her, on them, without at least trying. He walked at a quick pace, turning onto Bedale street. He walked up to the exterior of Bridget's building. Pressing the buzzer he mentally prepared the speech declaring his love for her and hoping dearly that it would be enough to merit her forgiveness. Suddenly her voice came over the speaker. Here goes nothing, he anxiously thought to himself...