Planning to update every Wednesday. Please leave your thoughts, I would appreciate it!
William Robert Darcy,
I understand that since you're miles away you feel as if the distance protects you from my ire. Well, I hope you feel my glare now as you read my letter. You almost perish from this Earth and decide tell me in the last sentences of your letter? You foolish man, how could you make something as a literal bomb going off not more than ten feet away into a small little footnote at the end of your letter? I am extremely happy you weren't horribly hurt, but you can't just drop something like that at the end of your letter!
I won't make a thing of it, I promised Jane.
As to your tedious questions...
The convalescence home is productive and thriving. It has opened my eyes to something I have only read about. Seeing these poor men returning from the horrors of war with one lesser limb was truly shocking. I plead with you now William, return home safe. I care naught if you have one less limb than you did when you left, I only care that you return home safely and alive.
My family is the same as ever. Mary has been praying steadily, Lydia and Kitty are arguing as ever(although the recent growing population of men in the house has made their yells turn to titters and a ridiculous amount of eyelash batting), and Jane as tranquil as a river. Of course, Mama is as she always appears, waving her handkerchief madly and complaining of nerves. Papa is sometimes out of his book room, if only to speak to some of the men, he walks about most days in the garden. The war has made him even more contemplative and silent, he thought it was all over the first time. I also believe some part of him misses you, you were like the son he never had, truly. You have a whole family waiting at home for you, so you better take care of yourself and try not to do anything foolish.
I've had a visit from Georgiana and the whole of Matlock house. Please write more often to your aunt, she worries. Georgiana is well, she has wanted to help the men ever since she set foot in Longbourne, you can easily guess the reason why. Mama has her on the piano, playing soft tunes for the entertainment of those recuperating from wounds not of the head.
Just yesterday our new neighbor with the extremely hairy mole arrived on our doorstep to hand deliver an invitation to his next gathering. In the words of my father, 'Mr. Collins' patroness, one lady something or other was extremely charitable to give him a living and an estate when she passed and he is now fit for the marriage market.' Thankfully, our mother's elated gasps and subsequent planning to marry of Mary were only heard by our immediate family and village.
As for myself, I am as well as I could be. I've been feeling a bit out of sorts lately. Perhaps the reality of what is happening is finally dawning on my ignorant brain or maybe it was just a bad cup of tea. My dour mood obviously cannot be because I miss your boring conversation, arrogant ways, and annoying smile. Alright, maybe it is the reason.
I miss you, and I love you. I've lost count of how many times I've written those words to you. Come home so I could say them to you in person.
Yours As Ever,
Elizabeth Bennet
P.S Mama is sending more of those crackers I've told her you adore.