Sorry I didn't update last week, this was the last chapter I honestly wrote when I first published this story and even then I didn't 100% love it, I thought it really needed to be flushed out more, with more dialog but after two weeks of re-reading it and still nothing has sparked of what to add, I just gave up and decided to let you read it. To be honest the rest of the story is practically written except for the feeling that its not flushed out as a story's story but more of an idea of the direction of the story. I love the concepts I have for the characters in the story but I just wish I was better at dialog for them, I feel that helps make a story better. Anyways without further ado...

_Until He gets it Right_

Chapter 4: Even with no tomorrows there are still consequences

A gust of wind, a dog barks, cue the chambermaids arguing over who must attended Lady Catherine's chamber pot. All these sounds permeate Darcy brain, and he woke with a sigh.

Wentworth entered and stated, "Good morning, sir, I pray you slept well, would you require the blue or the green coat today?"

"I want a black coat today, thank you."

"Sir"

Darcy was not sure what he would do differently today. It was not until he was breaking his fast and his aunt going on and on that he consciously exercised this newly-found freedom, he did so in a manner that was most shocking to all his relations. Though to be fair, it was consciously done, it was still done in the moment. With a great curiosity of what the reaction would be of his relatives, he sent up a silent prayer that this day would in fact repeat when he first tested this new-found freedom.

The situation unfolded in the following manner at breakfast. As his aunt got to the point of hinting about his and Anne wedding, instead of internally groaning as it has been his want, Darcy shocked everyone by grabbing Anne's hand, and spoke with such sarcasm, yet the words he spoke left the ladies faint, one with joy and another with dumbfound wonder. Richard didn't fare much better.

"Anne will you make me the most miserable man on earth but fulfill your mother's dream and consent to be my wife?"

Apparently, his aunt had very selective hearing because the only part she took in was that he had asked Anne to marry him. Her overwhelming reaction and her fit of nerves could have put Mrs. Bennet to shame. Her pronouncements were so long and loud that everyone left her to it, never mind the fact that Anne never accepted his hand. Though Darcy did take some amusement from what played out, he still missed a point, because he wanted to miss it. Why, again why was Lady Catherine so relieved. If you asked him to explain at that moment, he would say it was because she won, and she only cared about united power and money. But if Darcy had really listened to her jubilant declarations or even Anne or Richard they might have come to a better understanding. But Darcy was too amused and shocked comparing his Aunt to Mrs. Benet, and Richard and Anne were too stun over all with the whole situation.

To calm Richard and Anne down over his stunt, though even he was still shocked by his Aunts reaction, he promised faithful to be the one to break Lady Catherine's heart, but he will give her today. Still extremely angry with him but satisfied with his answer they left him to it.

It would be quite tedious to relay every event were Mr. Darcy was less than himself. Rather than go into details of each day he relived repeatedly, reporting on the different annoyances that plagued Darcy, a brief description of some of his antics are as followed:

Certain events seem to occur even when Darcy adjusted his schedule, one such occurrence was the meeting of Mr. Collins as he walked out of Rosing, whether he skipped writing a letter so that he made meet with Miss. Elizabeth before Richard or if he was delayed by something in the morning. If he walked out at anytime during the morning, he came upon Mr. Collins and had to suffer thru his obeisance. Growing weary of this meeting, Mr. Darcy had become quit rude serval times. Once he even punched Mr. Collins right in the face to stop him from bothering him. This was over many many months of trying to avoid Mr. Collins.

To avoid tea time, Mr. Darcy had taken to give laundum to his Aunt and Mr. Collins. Once during tea, he told Mrs. Collins she was either the stupidest woman in the world or the braves to be married to such a man and to put up with his aunt. He said he couldn't understand how a woman so intelligent in many respects could ever lower herself to marry such a man.

Darcy even went so far as to sink into childish pranks just to break up the boredom of reliving the same day. Toads and snakes were brought into the house and left for different people to find them. He once even dressed up a pig and let it loose during tea. These may have been way beneath Darcy but when days have turn into weeks and weeks into months, a person begins to do anything to stay off boredom.

Most of his pranks in connections with Richard were done so that he could have his morning walks with Elizabeth because despite everything, he still loved her. It was the sweetest, painful times for him. Sweetest because anytime spent with her felt like a taste of ambrosia from the Gods, but on the other hand he knew his regard wasn't returned, sometimes he still allowed false hope to overtake him. After that happens, he would avoid her for a time but then just as a moth is draw back to the flame ready to be burned so was Mr. Darcy, and he would seek her out yet again.

Some conversations with Miss Elizabeth left him feeling elated, he felt he was getting to know her better than ever before, and his love felt like it was growing then the cold bucket of reality would come crashing down, that Miss Elizabeth didn't care for him.

On this morning Darcy wanting Elizabeth to himself, he had awoken early and had stolen all of Richard's shoes, allowing Darcy to meet Elizabeth alone.

"Miss. Elizabeth, may I tell you a story?"

"If you wish."

"There was a family that was very well off, they were new to money, their daughters had very large dowries. One day they meet a very kind and sweet gentleman. He was caring and attentive to the eldest daughter but was also kind and caring to everyone he meets. You studied his interaction with the eldest and though you saw that he enjoyed her company there was no great love. Now his father was known throughout the neighborhood as one to push his son to capture a well-off heiress to save their family home. You are great friends with the daughter in this situation. What would you do?"

Elizabeth saw thru this story or at least she thought she did, he was trying to defend his character, but just having finished Jane's letter, Elizabeth's angry was too great. "I would not presume to tell my friend anything. How could I, who had never had a private conversation with the gentleman know what he was truly feeling, perhaps he was shy."

"But if you only had the facts above and you had seen many fortune hunters with more skill take in families. Would you sit by when you felt that it was happening to a dear friend?"

"I would still try to gain more information."

Darcy growing frustrated, "How? Let say these are all the facts you were given, and you had to choose, your friend or a gentleman you hardly knew but suspected due to the way his family acted was seeking to ensnare your friend just for her worldly possessions."

Feeling defeated on this point Elizabeth reluctantly agreed that she would probably would have tried to save her friend.

"I thank you for your respond, I always knew you were intelligent. It always amazed me considering your family. I must confess my heart still aches for you and I wish I could conquer my struggles."

Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared and was silent.

Darcy now lost in his own thoughts, still speaking aloud he spoke of his heart, but again he spoke of her inferiority—of its being a degradation. But in the end, he still offered marriage.

"In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned."

Darcy cut her off before she could finish, he had heard this before and couldn't stand to hear it again. Angered at his stupidity for offering again, his resentment after he had defended his character over her sister, then there was Wickham. He would try…breathe.

"You still turn me down because of that cad, you so easily believed his lies that I denied him the living, without even seeking facts. Did he ever provide any prove because I can provide proof that I provided by his request 3,000 pounds in lieu of the living, when he wasted all that money in 3 years times and the living became available, he applied to me for it. You can have no difficulty in believing that I denied him. Yet, that is not all that reprobate did to me, earlier when I alluded to having just rescued someone from a fortune hunter just before coming to town, it was my own baby sister of 15 years of age, and the man who tried to persuade her to run away with him was Wickham. Yet you defend and care about him. Why, why do I still love you why can't I get you out of my system. I have tried as God is my witness I have tried." And with that rant he walked away, never to look back. If he had he would have scene Elizabeth collapse down in the grass and sob.

There were many conversations that ended with Darcy walking away angry and hurt. After these conversations, avoid Miss Elizabeth became essential, sometimes the pain and angry from these conversations cause Darcy not only to withdraw from her but to avoid almost everyone he knew. On these occasions he would explore the ten miles he could ride or walk about three miles, or he would read in the library. Eventually though he was always drawn back to seeking out Miss. Elizabeth Bennet. The conversations they had weren't all bad and didn't all end in an argument. Some just ended as awkwardly as the first few times they had walked out together, others ended almost amiably, usually when the conversation had turned towards books, plays and surprisingly to him estate business. They could openly discuss such things and find more in common than not with these topics. Unfortunately, Miss Bennet never recalled these conversations, and occasionally this would lead to tension again, especially when Mr. Darcy would slip up and say something that he found out about beforehand that Miss. Bennet would ponder on how he could ever had known such facts and it cause her to become quite uncomfortable. And then the occasions were desperation comes out in embarrassing forms.

"Miss. Elizabeth, please allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," pausing to look at her, "I see that I have shocked you, please note that this is not just a passing fancy, I know you won't believe me, but I have been reliving this day for repeatedly, learning about you. I know that your favorite play is Shakespeare Much ado about Nothing, you love your herbal garden, you help Mr. Jones make his medicine. You are kind and caring sister. I have proposed to you several times and every time you turn me down but it's because you have had been taking in by a cad. We have had this conversation before, it is a painful one, but I beg you now with the evidence I put forth to you to believe me, Mr. Wickham is not to be trusted. I am sorry I separated your sister, but I did it with the best intentions, I thought I was saving my friend for a loveless marriage, please relieve my suffering." With that he grabbed her and tried to kiss her.

Without saying a word, Elizabeth slapped him hard and then ran as fast as she could away from the man she thought had lost his mind. It had scared her, she hardly registered everything he had said, later in the day after she had cried off attending tea, and in the quite house she was able to reflect, she thought she would seek him out tomorrow and ask for clarification on some point, but Mr. Darcy did not know this, he only knew that once again she had turned him down, and for the first time even hit him.

Dark thoughts became Darcy constant companion. Refusing even to raise from bed some days, other days he went thru the motions of the day, responding as required but never doing more than what was needed. He had thought it would take a lifetime to read every book in Rosing Library and three lifetimes to read all the book at Pemberley, oh how he wished he was there. But as he closed the last book in the Rosing Library, he was at a lost on what to do. More depressed than ever, he saw it was still morning. She would still be walking with Richard. At his lowest he went for a walk, he spied Richard just as he came upon Elizabeth, deciding to spy on them, he followed discreetly. Never interrupting until they went into the parsonage.

The next morning Darcy wrote several letters, sealed them and put them on his desk, then he went to the stables and mounted a horse. He came upon Richard and Elizabeth just as she said, "And what arts did he use to separate them?"

Darcy dismounted, answering for himself. "I readily engaged in the office of pointing out to my friend the certain evils of such a choice as your sister. I described and enforced them earnestly. But, however this remonstrance might have staggered or delayed his determination, I do not suppose that it would ultimately have prevented the marriage, had it not been seconded by the assurance that I hesitated not in giving, of your sister's indifference. He had before believed her to return his affection with sincere, if not with equal regard. But Bingley has a great natural modesty, with a stronger dependence on my judgement than on his own. To convince him, therefore, that he had deceived himself, was no very difficult point. To persuade him against returning into Hertfordshire, when that conviction had been given, was scarcely the work of a moment. My conviction were based on my impartial observation of your sister. The serenity of your sister's countenance and air was such as might have given the most acute observer a conviction that, however amiable her temper, her heart was not likely to be easily touched."

Darcy paused for a moment and looked at the two shocked individuals before him.

"If I had wounded your sister's feelings, it was unknowingly done and though the motives which governed me may to you very naturally appear insufficient. If she has suffered half as much as myself I have paid the price more than you shall know. I have resolved to fix my error as best I can," with that he turned to face Richard and continued to speak, "in my room on my desk Richard you will find several letters, one address to you explaining fully were the others should be sent. I have made provisions so that you can wed whomever you like without the aid of money, if it is Elizabeth you choose, you have my full blessing and support"

Turning to face Elizabeth again he continued to speak, "I can no long take the pain of unrequited love. I have tried to forget, I have tried to be better, but it is all for not. I make one request of you Miss Bennet, though you could never bring yourself to care about me as I have loved you, I hope and pray that you can bring yourself to care for my sister. The letter will explain everything." Taking her hand, "Again, I apologies for all the pain I have brought upon you, I love you more than words can express, I beg you to find your happiness, may god bless you." With those words he lifted her gloved hand to his lips and placed a soft kissed. He then turned and mounted his horse, rode to the top of hill near the grove. He felt he was far enough away, but he didn't know that both Richard and Elizabeth took off running after him, they were close enough to see him ride his horse over the cliff, not surviving the fall.