Apologizing –Episode: 73

(Part Two)

"Elizabeth," Darcy breathed her name to the camera. Looking at the lens, his determination built. His mind flurried with emotion and thoughts of the future ran wild. He paused before beginning his awkward salutation.

"I've never been good with words. I tend to organize and over think my speech. I admit to have contemplated for hours on what to say in this message."

He paused before moving onto the first topic he felt the need to attend to. In her video she'd done a lot of things. She'd apologized, she'd confessed, but the thing that really got to him was she'd been on the verge of tears by the end.

"You need not apologize for the way I am portrayed in you videos. What I see as a courteous evasion, others see as social censure. I acted in such a fashion as to blemish my character in your eyes. If apologies are necessary, as I stated previously in my letter they must be given from me and myself only."

"I need to apologize for hurting you. I've done that far too often."

His voice was strained and his eyes pleading.

"I've said things I will always find lamentable. I managed to insult your family, yourself, and friends in the course of a few minutes. I'm not sure how to make this right. All I know is my regret. I was wrong."

That was new, he thought, he never liked admitting wrongdoing. This though, this confession was nice. It took a minute weight off of his chest. It was time for more confessing, more lifting of guilt.

"I said you weren't pretty," he paused and contemplated his next words ", That was uncalled for , unsubstantiated and you were never meant to hear it. You're not pretty, you're stunningly beautiful. So much so, I wasn't willing to admit it. I wasn't ready to admit I found you attractive. . . I'm not good with social gatherings, Elizabeth, I never have been. That is not an excuse though. If I were you . . . let the record state I would not be on good terms with myself."

"From the moment I met you, Elizabeth. . . it was an obsession. At first, I admit I labeled it mere curiosity. You were just so distinctive and new. It wasn't until later on that I figured out what I really wanted. You treated me in such a way- well; it was only a matter of time before I found myself completely besotted. I went to that bar for you, I went to the library for you, I stayed at Bing's, all for you. I needed to be near. The words you spoke to me always sounded of honesty. You're not afraid of people and I envy and adore you for that."

He was still sitting. His physical appearance was immaculate but not a true depiction of himself. Suit and tie were symmetrical and untarnished. Emotions and mind were crazy and contorted.

"So far, I've said a lot of things I should probably edit out. But I won't because it's real and you," he stressed ", deserve real. Especially from me, Lizzie."

"If you want to talk to me . . . ask Jane. I requested Bing to give her my personal number. There are things, even more personal than this, that I need to converse with you about. "

Will looked straight into the camera, one last time before signing off. His lips curved into a small hopeful smile, the first to be seen from him in while.

"I could love you, better than anyone else ever could, if you'd let me. I already do."

With that, he pressed the stop button on his camera and moved to the computer. He had to publish it before he lost the nerve. To assure she saw it, he made a video response to her latest upload.

Under the description he put simply-

Elizabeth. Nothing is more painful than realizing you hurt the one person who means the world to you. Please, just call me. I'd fly out as soon as you would let me.

Authors Note:

Hey guys! I actually wasn't planning on another chapter but. . . well here it is! Haha, I might do one more. : ) We'll see what happens.

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