One of My Best Friends
A/N: I'm BACK!!! Now, chapter 4 for all of you people…
Darcy's POV
My name is Fitzwilliam Darcy; I'm twenty-eight and work as a private detective. I'm also Charles Bingley's best friend and crazily in love with Elizabeth Bennett, queen of my heart.
Something strange happened these days: I seemed to feel the presence of a young lady without seeing her. I did not know who she was, where she lived and how she looked like: all I knew was that she loved me.
How did I know that? It knew that while hearing one of her speeches, those small speeches that warmed my heart.
It was one of these evenings during which I had endless talks with this new friend of mine. She talked about anecdotes in a certain school named "Villa-Ste-Marcelline". I laughed a little bit in spite of the pain that never disappeared. Then there was a small silence between us, during which, by experience, I knew that she had a much bigger speech to make.
"Darcy?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"Darcy… I know that you probably won't believe what I'm gonna say but I just gotta say it's if I don't I'll become a freak…"
"I really love you. Really. As a brother, as a friend. I will never betray you. I loved you from the first time you entered into my life two years ago. At that time I was only eleven and read the book
'Pride and Prejudice', a book that talked about you. I admired your generosity, your courage, your confidence and your sincerity. You were but an idol, an idol that I respected and adored with almost the same feeling that a child should feel for a great person. A year and a half later I began giving you another title from the bottom of my heart: My Friend. Best friend, with a capital B and a capital F. At least, one of my best friends. That's what you were for me half year ago, that's what you are for me now and that's what you'll be for a long, long time."
"I love you too Nancy, as a sister and as a friend." I whispered, touched by all this girl had done for me. "And that's what you are for me: you are one of my best friends"
There was no obstacle in our friendship. It was an almost brotherly feeling of the purest kind. And, most importantly, she was one of my best friends, one that I loved with the same feeling that I felt for Charles.