Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, but to Jane Austen and Joss Whedon.
Prologue
"You're breaking up with me?" the girl's voice was so soft that the rain could have easily drowned her out.
"I think it is for the best that I...leave." his voice deepened as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "This…relationship isn't fair for you."
"But...I love you; I want my life with you." Her voice trembled but her eyes never wavered from his downcast form. He wouldn't, couldn't look her in the eye.
"I don't."
"You don't love me?" Her breath caught in her windpipe and she felt an urgency for oxygen arising as seconds…though it seems like hours...passed before he answered.
"No, I just…I have to leave."
"Where are you going?" She whispered, wanting to plead for him to stay but is afraid of his reply.
"London I think…I…I bought the ticket for tonight."
"You bought the ticket already? So, you're just telling me? You were just gonna go?!"
"I'm sorry."
He quietly slipped into the night once again unaware of the rain pouring on his leather-clad self, leaving her on her doorstep.