Chapter 5

Charles Bingley I s POV

I had the most incredible and agreeable birthday present in the world: a complete family.

Nobody mentioned my birthday as I woke up. I didn't feel upset since experience told me that everybody was preparing a surprise for me. I smiled to myself. Another competition of surprises in and out of the Bingleys family …

Fortunately for myself, I was right: the world made my 27th birthday one of the happiest and most surprising one that I have ever experienced in my entire life.

At about noon I went outside for a little walk, reading the letter for the hundredth time. I felt a tinge of bitterness inside me, like always, when I thought of me: it was impossible for miracles to happen, since I was hesitating all this time. It was too late. He would never come back again and my life would stay as incomplete as it ever was, even if I was exerting a profession that I grew to love, even if I married the woman of my heart, even if I had the best of friends… my life was incomplete. The one who could make it complete did not care about me. I loved him, but he didn't love me. I was´ t often pessimist, but I would have to surrender this time to this cruel reality: I had no other choice.

It was this evening that I found myself completely wrong. God has separated us, but in the same time, he told us not to be desperate: love was stronger than all the other obstacles in the world. Even if time lied between us, it could not stop love from being the one thing that united us.

This evening, as I came back from the Darcy's, I literally bumped into a brown- haired young lady. I took the time to observe her, and saw the difference of our dressing style: she was wearing a blue blouse without buttons and a pair of strange trousers. Her hairstyle was also different comparing to that of other ladies of my acquaintance: they were artificially curled. She smiled and nodded at me, since it was impossible for her to curtsey.

" Di!" shouted a female voice.

"Shit! I forgot," she murmured.

Shit? What was that supposed to mean? And what did she forget?

The girl nodded to me once more and ran out of the Netherfield woods.

7:30 (Evening)

"Make a wish man!" Darcy encouraged.

I smiled. Closing my eyes and lowering my head. I murmured my wish under my breath. The other Charles s name was, again, mentioned in my wish.

"What is your wish?" Jane asked curiously.

As I was telling her my wish there was a knock on the door. Caroline ran to open it. I remarked her surprise as she saw the visitor.

"Charles, it's him! He came back to us!" she shouted excitedly.

"Who was…?"

My sentence was stopped as I saw the young man: exactly the same curly blond hair, the same blue eyes, the same smile , the same height and the same weight ( I suppose) compared to me.

"So that's how you welcome your brother in the Georgian society?" He aced, grinning.

"Absolutely not!" I said

I practically ran towards him to hug him. "My brother." I murmured. I felt the strain of tears that ran down my cheek: tears of happiness.

" Hey bro." He said softly as we released each other.

I gave my happiest smile. Finally!