Author's Note:

Thanks to my Beta Reader Amandald98 who did a brilliant job in editing (it's cool saying you have a Beta Reader isn't it.)

I edited it at last second so if it's wrong that was my doing.

Enjoy...

No Longer Stand

I can no longer stand, my legs are failing to support my weight. I slide down to the floor next to the wall. I care not for my appearance. No one will take notice of me. My mind absently notes that my dress is ruined.

My hands are shaking, tears streaming down my face. Somewhere in the house someone is crying; I can hear them above my own sobs. There is blood on my hands and dress. I am shaking like a leaf; I barely register the servant that rushes past with a bowl of water in their hands.

I cannot stop the scene replaying in my mind. It does not stop as my hands continue to shake. My breath is shallow as I struggle to breathe. The blood on my hand is drying. This makes me cry more.

"Elizabeth..." someone whispers. I look up through tear-filled eyes to see Mr Darcy kneeling in front of me.

He looks tired, there are tears in his eyes, but none are falling. That cannot be said for me. He is looking at me with concern, hands hovering from mine as though he doesn't know if he should touch me or not. In the background, I see my sister supported by Bingley as they make their way to the library. Bingley looks as though he's about to pass out.

"Mr Darcy," I greet. He smiles despite the situation and takes my hand.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Reverse what happened." I whisper. I feel so broken.

"I cannot." He answers, unable to keep the despair out of his voice.

The next thing I know, he has embraced me. I feel strong arms encircle my slim body; I want to protest this is highly improper. However, I have no one else to turn to and my hands have already gripped his shoulders in need for comfort. I bury my face in his shoulder and I can feel his breath on my hair.

"I will ruin your suit Mr Darcy," I murmur. I do not think I can survive if he lets go now.

"I have more," he replied, tightening his hold in a comforting manner.

I do not care for my reputation at this point. All I know is that I feel safe in his arms. It should be Fitzwilliam offering comfort, not Darcy, but I do not want anyone other than Darcy right now.

Two Weeks Prior...

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