We could have been everything
But now we're not
Now it's not anything at all

Rather than the Bennet garden through the window, Jane saw the memories of the man who had officially departed from Hertfordshire, leaving a rather large Charles Bingley shaped hole in her heart. It was hard to believe that the man who starred in all of these images wasn't just three miles away, a welcome face she could spot in next week's party or ball or assembly. That all of the smiles, the laughs, and the hushed conversations were a thing of the past.

Jane closed her eyes, as if to block the pain that swelled in her throat as she thought about him. The pictures only appeared with more clarity inside her imagination, and Jane let out a strangled sob.

And giving up this dream I built with you
A fairytale that isn't coming true

This reminiscing was self-destructive. If she kept pining away for him, she'd never retain her sanity. She needed to say goodbye to Charles Bingley and the future with him that may have happened but didn't.

I wish I didn't know inside
That it won't work out for you and I

It's time I said my last goodbye

Goodbye, Mr. Bingley, Jane thought to herself with determination, but not a week after she was on a carriage taking her London.

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You've got some growing up to do

She had ought to despise him. He had, against his own judgment, listened to his sister and separated himself from her. Obviously, he was so insecure that he didn't believe that Jane loved him. He was willing to accept someone else's twisted opinion than his own. He was a mere boy in a man's body.

She had ought to—but she didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't.

After all the things you put me through
Tell me why I'm still in love with you

He loved her, and wanted to be with her. That's all that Jane needed.

A/N: Wow, that was short, but I hear this song, and my mind immediately flew to 'Jane & Bingley!' Yes, this song is 'Wishes' by Superchic, you shoudl youtube it, it's an awesome song and fits them so well. I mix around the lyrics in this fic...plucking out the ones I liked and rearranged them to the storyline.

Sorry it this is rather less-than-average quality...my muse has a nasty habit of dying after the first paragraph.

Idiot Jello