I had a bout of P&P feels and scribbled something this sad over my depression in life.
I really hate it when people abandon you just because of minor errors.
Broken
Memories. Lost, in a falling hole of darkness. The night fell over the hallowed halls of Pemberley, a soft weeping echoing plaintively throughout. Doors locked upon themselves, like the heart as she shut out the world, delving deep into the sea of her own thought, a caged bird with wings clipped, the red stain evident of loss.
A candle was lit in the room of her confinement, illuminating a face partially in its orange glow. Two eyes absorbed in the scene in front of him, the huddled form of a stateswoman, his wife, with tear stained cheeks, cradling an empty wicker basket.
The ever-eloquent self he was found himself at an end of sorts, an end of his train of thoughts and string of words. Hope and happiness had become a gaping black hole of sorrow as they faced their first loss, a heart-wrenching one that threatened to tear the brunette in front of him from all semblance of sanity whatsoever.
He crept with the skill of a thief in the night, slowly moving like a wraith over to the huddled form as he wrapped his arms around her, shushing her with a nip on her ear. Her sensitive spot. He felt a rumble from within her disappearing form, almost a laugh or giggle, a stark contrast compared to her falling crystalline tears moments before.
"Was it a mistake?" she whispered, her voice cracked like a tolling bell. Her eyes shifted, focusing instead on his own, the brown locking onto the brown. Murky depths of eternal brown in her own eyes clouded over with tears, the tears of a pain held back. Shaking her head, she merely burst into tears again. Gone was her strength, without Jane and her sisters. What would someone even like Darcy understand? Men.
The piercing hollow of the night descended upon them, her soft sobbing the only thing that cleaved the eternity in two, as Darcy avowed to bring the glorious name a heir, to allow her to forget.
I hope you enjoyed this.
Eh, I need to stop writing such tragedies