a/n: Forgive me for such a short chapter. This idea came to mind suddenly and I began to write. I do not know if I will continue on with the story as I am already busy with my other fanfic Changed for Good.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Jane Austen's story plot or any of her characters. Pride and Prejudice is her masterpiece--not mine.
Wind hustled gently between the trees, drawing gentle ripples across the clear water. Ducks swam to and fro, frolicking playfully in the pond. Elizabeth Bennet stared across the pond and into the distance, letting her mind wander away from her as it dived into a world where only imagination and fantasy existed.
She imagined herself to be a member of high class society. There, she was a beautiful princess, and her prince was full of gallantry and charm. She wore a handsomely tailored periwinkle gown, and her hair was full of rhinestones and sparkles. She took her walks in a gorgeous garden laden with violets and roses, her prince by her side. There, they teased each other and laughed together. She danced through the winding path and—
Elizabeth stopped herself. Such a day dream would never come true, for it was no more than mere folly. She will never have a beautiful garden to admire; she will never have a prince of gallantry and charm. The world simply did not function that way. She had learned of it three and a half years ago when she met Mr. Darcy. He who seemed to be so close to her stood a world apart from her. But that was understandable. He was high above her reach; she was way below his. Their class difference inevitably set their different outlooks in life.
It had been two years since they last met. Although Jane was to marry Mr. Bingley within the week, she had not seen or heard from Mr. Darcy since he last left the country. What passed between them stood as a haunting memory she fought to push into the back of her mind and forget.
Still, no matter how hard Elizabeth tried, she could not forget. The short amount of time they had been together in bliss, the admiration they held for each other, the love that once existed. But that was all over. So quickly, so soon. But none of it mattered, Elizabeth reminded herself. None of it mattered because it was all in the past. None of it mattered because she was engaged and soon to be married.
None of it mattered until Elizabeth Bennet turned her eyes to the water and saw the familiar body of Mr. Darcy's reflection rippling across the small pond.