Author's note: Sorry to end this so soon everybody, it's not what I originally had planned but I have really just lost the momentum and the flow with this one and it is stopping me from writing other P + P fanfics so . . Here it goes! Sorry!!! Please don't hate me.
Fitzwilliam Darcy breathed in the cool morning air and strolled through the gardens of Pemberly to his favourite spot. Today was a special day to him and not at all for happy reasons. He remembered the day that seemed so long ago now, when he had held the hand of the woman he loved and placed a tender kiss on her lips before leaving the unfamiliar room in order to make the necessary arrangements.
He was so thankful that she had awoken that one last time, so that he could tell her the truth behind all the awful lies that she had been told. He smiled as he remembered her happiness.
"Darling how on earth could you take the word of Caroline Bingley?"
"Well, I was just so confused and . .well . . Insecure."
"Insecure?" Darcy asked, more puzzled and disturbed than ever. He had vowed to himself that he would spend the rest of his life making sure that the woman he loved was happy and . . .safe.
"Yes. Ever since we have been engaged, the little comments that people have made, especially Caroline, well they have just seemed to hurt more than before. I have no idea why and goodness me, I feel like Lydia being so emotional and irrational but I just . . ." she took a deep breath and lowered her head before continuing, "I just don't feel worthy of you."
Darcy let out a sigh and seated himself beside her on the bed, taking her into his arms and tilting her face towards his, "My beautiful Lizzie, it is I who is not worthy. I never dreamed that a woman so wonderful as yourself would ever be able to see past my outward façade and offer their love to me. I feel truly blessed."
He kissed her with tenderness, reassuring and comforting her in one simple moment.
"Really, Lizzie, I never imagined that you would believe Caroline Bingley's words!" he began to laugh, now feeling that she was comfortable enough to stand a little teasing after such irrational behaviour.
She joined his laughter with a melodic one of her own, but then suddenly became serious again as he nuzzled his face against her hair.
"Fitzwilliam, promise me you will never leave?"
"Of course I will never leave you darling."
"Oh Will, I love you so, I can only dream that you would love me as much."
"Oh I do darling, I do, and I always will."
"Always? Really?"
"Forever, darling, forever. For as long as the earth turns, for as long as rain falls and the sun shines. For as long as roses will bloom."
And he sealed his vow with a kiss, a kiss that would steal a soul.
A final kiss.
Finally he reached his destination and knelt beside the bush that he had planted twenty years beforehand. His knew that his wife would be watching from the window of the great house. She was a pleasant enough woman and he loved her in a way, as he loved his children; but they all knew that each time a rose bloomed, he would think of his Elizabeth and the love that he knew they still shared, in a world far from the cruel one in which we live.
THE END (again, I am so sorry!)
