Say something…

Darcy's POV

Darcy entered the parlor directly behind Bingley and quickly looked around the room. Immediately, he locked eyes with her. Elizabeth. She offered him a brief welcome, then sat again and working diligently on her sampler afraid to look at him. He quietly stalked to the window and stared out, his thoughts running through his mind. She's so quiet and almost withdrawn today. Why am I here? I had such hope after Pemberly, but maybe I was just delusional. He could hear Mrs. Bennet in the background talking but would not be able to recall later the substance of her speech. He turned back from the window and stared at Elizabeth still working on her sampler, seemingly oblivious to the world around and his breaking heart. She frowned as she worked on her sampler. As he stared at her, he willed her to speak. Say something…I'm giving up on you. I'd do anything for you…anywhere I would follow you. Inwardly laughed at his thoughts. You want her to declare her love for you when you have yet to gain her esteem. No its best to cut your losses, she is too good for you. She looked at him then and he found himself lost in her fine green eyes. I will swallow my pride. You're the one that I love, but I'm saying good-bye. As he thought the words he could feel his heart clench in his chest. I should not have come. He determined to commit her image in his memory for he felt that he would not be able to see her again without losing his sanity. It took him much courage to come this time. He did not think he could do it again.

Elizabeth's POV

He came! A myriad of feelings enveloped her at once. Joy, trepidation, pain, hope. He entered in his usual fashion behind Bingley. Where as before she would have thought that he walked with a prideful manner, she knew now that it was not pride but part of his quite dignity that seeped in through everything he did. She greeted him , but was a loss for what else to say so quickly found her sampler very interesting. Of all the times she needed her wit, it was strangely absent. He looked so stern, so serious. She kept thinking back to Pemberly where he had been candid, friendly, happy. Where was that Mr. Darcy? Well, I suppose he could not be that way in Mother's presence. I wish she would stop speaking altogether. At this point, Mr. Darcy had taken his stance at the window overlooking the garden. She sighed. No, this was not a good sign. She desperately tried to focus on her sampler while her thoughts were whirling her mind. It is just as I feared…Lydia's fall from grace will take the only man I will ever love from me. As her thoughts took this turn, she could was suddenly overcome by a deep unhappiness and a frown appeared on her normally joyful face. She looked up to see him staring at her. She tried to best communicate with her eyes say something…I'm giving up on you. Anywhere I would have followed you…I'm still learning to love, I'm just learning to crawl... She slightly shook her head to clear her thoughts. No this will not do! Lizzy, you're being selfish. Think of his sister, his position in society. To be the brother of Wickham! It is not to be borne! She glanced at him once again. For some reason, he continued to stare at her. No, if you really loved him, you would let him go. I will swallow my pride. You're the one that I love, and I'm saying good-bye. As the thoughts ran through her head, she almost felt nauseous. If she had the chance, she would have immediately dashed outside. Instead, she fought back tears as she stitched her sampler which was becoming a blurry mess.