Thinking of You
By: Gabsy422
Disclaimer: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE belongs to the rightful owner of the amazing Jane Austen. All characters belong to Jane Austen as well.
Mr. Bingley paced back and forth in his study. His heart was swelling with all kinds of emotions, which he could not entirely understand. He was under the same roof as the dear Miss Jane Bennet. This thought made his heart nearly jump up a beat. The most beautiful he had ever beheld was here in Netherfield, unfortunately sick in bed. Even though he thought that he was most concerned about the dear Jane Bennet's health he was very pleased in the fact that she would spending more time in Netherfield with his company made him feel quite selfish. He sighed to himself and his mind returned to her extravagantly warm eyes and how they twinkled more graceful than the stars themselves. The structure of her face was beautiful and she could be mistaken as an angel. Her scent was so appealing that he could spend the rest of his life engulfed of her scent of lavender, no actually he could spend the rest of his life smelling nothing but her scent. She danced more graceful than the way grass sways in the summer breeze. Her smile could light up the entire world, specifically his world. No words could describe how beautiful her hair was to him. His heart proved to him that Jane was the only one for him because of the way his feelings are to her. He now understood what it meant when your heart melts like butter on toast. He smiled to himself and hoped with all his heart that one day, preferably soon, that she could be his Jane Bennet, or Jane Bingley. The thought of the name Jane Bingley, made his heart flutter. After his realization, Mr. Bingley's imagination began to run wild. One image immediately popped into his head that he and Jane would be lazily spread out beside one another in a meadow holding one another while staring up at the clouds and pointing out some clouds that resembled something. His knee's practically buckled when he imagined her lips attached to his. This thought made his knee's buckle and his face immediately turned crimson. Mr. Bingley knew that his heart would always belong to this magnificent woman by the name of Jane Bennet. He also knew that he was crazily in love with her. Then Mr. Bingley abruptly stopped, and he started to glow. His face turned into his signature bright smile, and his eyes started to widen. I can see her myself he thought. Halfway to her room, Mr. Bingley already knew his excuse to visiting Miss Bennet in her bedchamber, was that he politely wanted to check upon his guest and see if her health was improving. He reached her door when he knew the real reason for his surprise visit, was that he wanted to tend to her his , well hopefully in the future, his, Jane Bennet.