Girl, I told you

That it would tear me in two

If I see you with someone else

Cut out my eyes

And leave me blind

Suddenly it was as if he was in the middle of the fog. His mind could not get around what he had heard and was seeing. George pulling Lizzie to him, kissing her, and finally putting a ring on her finger.

She had said yes. Despite knowing all he had done, she had said yes.

Without saying a word to Samantha, William walked out of the room. It was too much to process, he had to leave. His busy mind took him to the top-floor greenhouse, which was empty.

It was heartbreaking. He had fallen in love again, and this time, she had broken his heart by choosing George.

He was pacing around the garden when he heard steps behind him.

"William."

For an instant he thought it was Lizzie, and turned on his heel, hopeful.

"Are you okay?," Samantha asked. She had seen him so distressed that had decided to follow him.

"No, the woman I love is marrying my worst enemy," he said in his mind. But he simply shook his head.

Samantha came closer to her and put a hand on his arm.

"Is that her?," she asked.

William breathed deeply and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"I am sorry too."

"Is there anything I can do?"

William smiled at her offer, but kindly declined. They stayed there for a while, in silence.

"Do you want to come back to the party? They are gone," Samantha finally suggested.

"Oh, really? They probably wanted to celebrate alone," he said sarcastically.

"William, please, stop torturing yourself. I know this is hard, but you have to accept it. Maybe not now, but you have to."

"I know," William sighed.

"Come on," she said and gave him her hand.

William somehow managed to smile and returned with her to the party.

Several people had left, but the majority kept talking about the biggest surprise of the night. William wanted to go home, but he could not leave his responsibility as the host of the party.

However, Ann Reynolds offered to stay until it was all over. She was not familiar with the issues between William and George, and but knew the first long enough to see that something was wrong. William thanked her, said good-bye to Samantha and left.

His mind went back to the day Lizzie had rejected him and he had drove home, angry. Except that this time, he was arriving to an empty house, with no father or mother to advise him. Seeking their company, he walked straight to his father's study. He was well aware that alcohol was not going to help, but he just wanted to stop thinking.

His phone beeped. It was Samantha, she wanted to know if he had arrived safely home. William replied quickly and turned off his phone. Everything could wait.

The next day, William woke up on the couch in his father's study with a hangover from hell. The sunlight hurt his eyes, and even the birds' song was unbearable.

He managed to get up and went to his bedroom to take a shower. As cliché as it could be, he put his sunglasses on and went downstairs to get really strong coffee.

He remembered about his phone, and fearing that something might have happened to Gigi, he looked for it.

Nothing from Gigi. But he had five texts from Fitz, one more urgent than the previous one. Apparently, Ann had called him and informed of what had occurred. In his last text, Fitz threatened to call the cops, the firemen, Gigi, Kate and take the next flight from Miami if William did not call within the hour. Without a choice, William dialed his friend's number.

"Darcy, brother, finally! I was about to go to the airport," Fitz yelled.

"Fitz, stop yelling. I am fine," William said very slowly.

"You don't sound fine. Are you sure you are okay?"

"I did not have the best night yesterday."

"I know. Ann called me because she was worried about you. And she also told me what happened during the party," Fitz sounded gloomy.

"Fitz, I don't want to talk about that. Not now,"

"You mean after you recover from your hangover? I know you very well, man."

"Well, in that case, we'll talk later."

"I can flight back now, if you need me."

"I'll be fine."

"Right…," Fitz said, not quite believing his friend, "I am sorry, Darcy."

William was getting tired of hearing that word.

"Yeah… I'll call you later," and he ended the call.

William drank his coffee and tried to eat. The rest of the day, he spent it staring at the walls of the living room. It was until the late evening that William decided to call Fitz again.

"Hey, are you better now?"

"Yes."

"Does that mean I can start yelling?"

"Please don't."

"So, how do you expect me to react to the fact that Lizzie got engaged to George Wickham?! Wickham! I mean, how on earth did she end up with him?"

"I don't know, I don't care."

"Is that why she was acting so weir lately?"

"Yes."

"Wait a minute, did you know about them?," Fitz asked.

"Yes."

"But how? Did she tell you?"

William sighed, before answering with the complete story of his failed attempt to clear things with Lizzie and the letter he had written.

"You can't seriously think that was enough! We know him, she cannot be with him. We have to do something about it!," Fitz was outraged and wanted to take action.

"They had been together for two years, and I doubt it is for the money. Perhaps he truly does love her. We know now that she really cares about him."

"Still..."

"Listen, Fitz, it's Elizabeth's life and she has already made her choice. We can only hope that she will not regret it."

Fitz felt defeated, and did not respond to that.

"Fitz, are you there?"

"Yes, but not happy," Fitz stayed silent before adding, "Gigi does not know about this, right? She told me she met Lizzie over Thanksgiving."

"No, she doesn't and I prefer we'll keep that way."

"But you do realize that she's going to see them at Bing's party?"

"I know, but I don't want to worry her, especially with the Holidays coming and …" William left unsaid that it was always hard to deal with her parents' absence.

"I understand."

"I have to go, Fitz," William was feeling tired.

"Okay, man. Anything you need, just call me."

"Of course. Have fun in Miami," William said trying to sound relaxed.

"I'll see you soon, William. Take care."

After the phone call, William retired to his room. As he laid in bed, the events of the previous night invaded his mind. He realized that his initial fury had become disappointment. He had expected more from Elizabeth.

Blind - Hurts

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