This short story, for lack of a better word, for this is not a story but words that came to me as I watched the movie "Becoming Jane". Sometimes when I watch a movie, I write about the feelings that come to me, or about what is going on in the movie in my own words. This is what this story is. The character of Jane Austen through my eyes. It starts after she realizes that she's in love with Sir Lefroy and continues to the end of the movie. It sort of random so unless you've seen the movie you won't understand the time sequence of how it is written. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. It is all inspired by the movie "Becoming Jane".
As the rain pattered against the window pane, life as I knew seemed to be falling out at the seams. My one true love who was within grasp is taken away because of poverty.
Memories of his presence haunt my mind. His face, his eyes, his lips as they gently pressed against mine.
The place where my heart once laid is replaced with an embossed silver box filled with pieces of the love I once knew.
A marriage proposal? Or convenient company? Her heart will never belong to anyone else.
Exempt of emotion, she agrees to conveniency because of the propriety of a well-brought up young woman.
A life of lies: is it living at all? Or would sacrificing everything for love be sensible?
Insensibility brings her happiness. Insensibility is what my love for this man it.
Sure of her love, the happiness of her heart.
Forever filled with joy as she rode away into impropriety and poverty.
But happiness and love, the two things that mattered most, were within grasp once more.
Two hearts beating to one rhythm.
Do you love me? He asked.
Yes, I answered. But if our love destroys your family's wellbeing. I can't live with that.
To chose suffering over happiness for the better of a loved one
Walking away was the hardest thing to do but had to be done.
Choosing me over your family is a choice I could not live with.
Therefore leaving so he could provide for them was her only choice.
Life no longer has meaning yet I still keep on living.
Is it possible to continue to live when the breath that once supported me has been blown out of my body?
You no longer exist for me for my love no longer exists.
I have no hope for my heart no longer exists.
Though I love him, I left him
What are you to judge me for my actions?
I deserve no man's heart for my own has turned to ice.
Music and the written word are my only release.
Release of the sorrow, pain and agony that fill forever fill my body and soul.
Til the day I am united once more with my love
Alas, that day shall never come, and I shall never think of him.
Agreement to a sufficiently rich marriage
Not necessarily of affection but of money, Convieniency not love.
A marriage absent of love but full of like.
A marriage I've come to realize that I cannot do
Not for myself nor the gentleman
For he deserves better.
Sight of a lost love
Brings about forgotten feelings
Knowledge of female offspring
Surprise but namesaked after myself.
Reunited by acquaintance.
Fan of my novel, she requests a read
Not able to refuse one so like myself
I take her to a room and read her my story
As I closed the cover,
I look up to see with satisfaction
The expected smile that I've longed to see
Even after all these years.