'Sometimes people surprise you. And sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes. It can push really hard.'

REFLECTING NOW ON HOW THINGS COULD'VE BEEN

A/N -Hi guys. I am a twelve year old with some weird imaginations penning them down altogether. Hope, you all like my story.

Elizabeth Bennet sat down on the couch. She seemed to be in doubles and triples. While her mind was in full of anger and agitation, several drops of tears streamed down her cheeks. She poured out of her body as she buried her head into her hands. Tears did not stop flowing.

Elizabeth had now heard several sounds of footsteps.

"She's here, Robert," a familiar female voice said to someone.

Hearing all that, Elizabeth quickly rubbed her eyes, wiped her tears and quickly washed her face.

"Liz!" It was Charlotte, Elizabeth's best friend.

"Charlotte!" Elizabeth embraced her best friend.

"How ya doing today?"

"Great," Elizabeth simply replied with a brief smile.

"Good," said Charlotte.

"Elizabeth!" someone sighed.

"Hey, Robert," Elizabeth smiled.

"Good to see you again after a long time, Elizabeth," said he.

"Good to see you too, Robert. How you doing?"

"Great. I hope you're having a nice stay here."

"Perfectly," replied Elizabeth.

'A perfect Robert Collins,' she thought then.

"Oh, Robert. You're incorrigible, you know that."

Lizzy smiled.

That was what Elizabeth had once told Mr. Robert Collins a few months earlier. Few months earlier. Till now, she never got out of that impression. Robert was incorrigible, she thought. Impression was impression. Persuasion, belief and pride. Whatever whatever, Elizabeth thought.

At night, Elizabeth sat down near the window gazing at the outside world. How everything had changed since she visited California. Today, it was exceptional. It was tiring. It was strange. It was queer. It was something else. Whatever whatever, Elizabeth thought.

Elizabeth lay on the bed. She looked at the time. 12:47 AM. She was wiping those numerous tears sliding down her eyes.

"You know what? You, Darcy turned out to be the worst person on the earth."

At about 1:39 AM, Elizabeth was sitting down with her light switched on and she reading a book.

It was 2:49 AM. Elizabeth put her earphones on her ears connected to the mobile. Some Corrine Bailey Rae song was being played and she was pouring sweat over and over.

It was the only name disturbing her-WILLIAM DARCY.

3:02. Elizabeth lay on the bathtub much drowned to her own reverie. Once or twice she laughed too (because that's what Lizzy was) . The other time her eyes were moist thinking about 'the' day.

4: 10. Elizabeth was lying on the bed thinking about 'that' day. But, a minute later she was snoring. She had fallen asleep.

It was 10:20 in the morning. Elizabeth had not realized whatever it was. She just lay on the bed until she saw the time.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as she looked at the time.

Arriving near the dining table, Elizabeth flushed a deep beetroot red when she saw Charlotte cleaning the dishes.

"Sorry, Char," said Lizzy, "starting a bit off today."

"It's all right, babes," smirked Charlotte. Charlotte then took out a white envelope from one of her pant pockets.

"What's that?"

"An envelope with something inside," laughed Charlotte. "From our very familiar William Darcy to the very dear Miss Elizabeth-"

Lizzy snatched the letter.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte but I can't help this time."

After having a light meal, Elizabeth kept the envelope inside the drawer of the table inside her table.

Elizabeth talked to Jane for about 3 minutes on the phone.

A little while after, Lizzy opened the envelope and two neat white sheets of paper fell out. Unfolding the sheets, Elizabeth's eyes gazed at the neat and flawless writing.

"No use," she said to herself and kept the sheets back inside the envelope.

"Personally, I'd rather lick sand than read this letter; regarding self-importance, self-esteem and self-pity. I've always damned you and shall damn you, Darcy. Do Not Worry."

In the afternoon, Elizabeth walked out of her house and sped towards the nearest park.

Elizabeth sat down on the bench. The breeze blew mildly and she thoroughly enjoyed the surroundings.

Elizabeth then reached her pant pockets to take out her phone. But to her utter disappointment, out fell out the white envelope.

"What the hell!" Elizabeth frowned at her carelessness. She had kept the envelope inside instead of the phone.

"I need to figure some things out. What is happening?" she cried.

'There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at crossroad-afraid, confused and without a roadmap.'

There was impatience and prejudice at the same time.

"I'm never gonna read it," she said while her inside said, "C'mon, read it. You ought to know it."

Alright, she said as she agreed to her inside.

Elizabeth started reading it. It was a letter. To her. From him. From William Darcy.

It read:-

Dear Elizabeth,

I intend not to begin with what has happened between us yesterday. Regarding your yesterday's impression on me, I just regret if had not been so uncivil. May be, as I realize now, if I were not have been, I would not have wasted your precious time. I apologize for that. I was not then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to be revealed.

First of all, I would like to apologize for my judgment between my friend Charles and your sister.

Elizabeth gave a short cough.

This simply makes me feel what a blunder I have done. Honestly speaking, (as to my observation) I simply thought Charles was a truly head over heels over Jane but Jane, as to probable, was too shy to return the affection (as you had said). Charles was in love before with many but every time it stood like backfire. Honestly writing here, I did not mean to harm either my friend or Jane. I was just protecting my best friend. I am too sorry again for this and hurting your sister.

Again now, I write here to clarify your mistake about Mr. Wickham's misfortunes.

It is true that Lucas Wickham was an orphan. We brought him up after his father Lt. Henry Wickham passed away and mother was long dead. Lucas Wickham and I were flat mates at the time of our university. I could not deny his eagerness for education and supported his living and studies. But, sometimes people really surprise us. Time passed and Wickham changed with it. He showed eager interests in drugs and liquor. He had been in this over a high time but till I had practically reached to the fact, he engaged himself in some cheap doings. Many a time, I tried to persuade him to stop but he showed no signs of improvement. Instead, he began to spend money like water and spent most of his time in his self destruction. After some days, he finally was out on the streets. It was enough for me now. I could not tolerate that.

Elizabeth's hands were stiff. She buried her head on her hands.

"I don't understand!" exclaimed Lizzy.

She began reading again.

This past after five months, Wickham entered into our lives again. This time, he targeted my sister Georgiana. He led her into some cheap things. A night turned out when Georgiana was physically abused and she didn't know about it since she was already drugged. Nevertheless, I found out just in time. And from then on, Wickham was nowhere to be found. It has been long Georgiana has been past now. She is all right now.

In a simple manner, this was all about Lucas Wickham. Hope you are not mistaken by any other wrong means again.

Miss, I now do think how I too had been so blinded by wrong means. I was blinded by ignorance, arrogance and pride this last summer. I do hope, by your wishes, that I change myself this time. Elizabeth, I think you do have a very good potential for photography. I wish you best.

Elizabeth's face turned into a chuckle.

This, Elizabeth, is a faithful narrative of every event of which we have been concerned. I shall endeavour to find some opportunity of putting this letter in your hands in the course of the morning.
I will only add-

Take care of yourself and best wishes,

William Christopher Darcy

"What the hell!" Elizabeth sighed. "It's all fake."

Elizabeth was now home. She re-read the letter.

After lunch, Lizzy read the letter.

In the evening, her eye were on the smooth, calligraphy letters of William Darcy.

"I was right. William Darcy, you're faking just for your reputation," she would think while her mind said, "I was wrong…wrong and wrong."

Elizabeth drank gallons of water that day. Coffee was almost consumed after every hour or two.

Elizabeth cried a number of times that night.

Elizabeth now only waited for the next sunlight to come.