This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy. I wrote this for my QCS written task. It is a modern story of what Will could have been feeling after proposing to Elizabeth and after writing the letter. It's a monologue of how he came to the decision of telling Charlie what he had done in regards to Jane.

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P.S Sadly I'm not Jane Austen. So that means I don't own anything.

Thoughts of a Hard-boiled Egg

As I sat there, hard-boiled egg in hand, all I could think of was one of my mother's favourite sayings. "People won't care about what your intentions were all they will see is your actions. You may have a heart of gold but so does a hard-boiled egg." When I was younger I didn't understand what she meant by that but over the last few weeks I had learnt firsthand what was meant by the saying.

I thought I was doing the right thing by separating Charlie and Jane. I really thought that he was going to get hurt again just like every other time. She seemed indifferent. The smiles she bestowed on him were the same as those which I received. I knew Charlie thought he was in love. Having known him for most of my life, I felt that I knew him well enough to know his true feelings. I separated them with the best of intentions.

Thoughts of Charlie and Jane always led me to thoughts of Elizabeth, Jane's sister. Her beautiful brown hair, those small strands of hair which wouldn't stay out of her face, not matter how hard she tried, and those hazel coloured eyes which showed every emotion. Those same eyes which sparkled with flecks of gold the last time I saw her, showing her anger and disapproving glare.

All Elizabeth knew was what she had seen and what she had been told. She'd been told that I separated Charlie and Jane because of her family. I must admit that her family is a little on the strange side but truth be told, that was not my reasoning. I am grateful now that she knows the truth or at least has the truth available to her. The letter which she received two weeks ago explains it all. I'm not expecting any change in her opinion of me and I won't know if there is any change but all I can hope is that she understands my intentions rather than my actions.

Picking away at the eggshell reminded me of the way Elizabeth had picked away at the ice surrounding my heart. I know she didn't mean to and she had no knowledge of what she had done. Seeing her with Jane and all their other friends showed me that I wanted to have her as a friend. At the party where I first met her, I could see that each of her friends were treasured.

I remember watching her mingle with all the guests, talking to nearly all, genuinely smiling and caring. I guess that is what drew me to her in the first place. Another of my mother's favourite sayings applies to Elizabeth. "Those who treasure their friends are usually solid gold themselves."

The more time I spent with Elizabeth the more I realised that my mother's saying was true. She was a person who treasured her friends and in turn was gold, the rarest, truest friend. Each moment with her had her chipping away at the ice surrounding my heart. Her laugh and her way of finding amusement in everything seemed to bring out something in me that I didn't know was there and her smile, the way it lit up the room, caused anyone who saw her smile, smile back.

Suddenly I remembered the disapproving glare from when I last saw her. That smile which I enjoy so much was nowhere to be seen. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell Charlie the truth, even if all it did was help Charlie and Jane to sort things out. I hoped that would bring the smile back onto Elizabeth's face, even if I knew saw it there.