So, I thought I'd give you guys a little teaser of what's to come for "Kisses and Killjoys". I was gonnaaa write more but decided that I'll wait...build the suspense...

It's not perfect, obviously. But I'm kinda proud of this thing, though I had a little inspiration for this chapter. "Savin' Me" (Nickelback) is why you've been graced with this update in the first place. I still think this is a little confusing, so I'm just gonna explain: The sun's setting and Lizzie takes a picture of it but wanders wayy too close to the cliff's edge when thinking about Darcy.

So uhhh...yeah.

**Disclaimer: I don't own any version of Pride & Prejudice. The original work, being the novel, is Jane Austen's. I'm just an innocent little fangirl who's watched the movie far too many times on TV, so pleasepleaseplease don't sue me for things I never claimed to own.**

Rated T for language (that I'm sure all of you can handle) in later chapters, and mild suggestive content that'll also come a little later.

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She'd left the trees behind within minutes; it was too hard to stay there. The light had been too familiar and it'd whispered of things she'd rather leave behind. There were days where she'd rather leave everything behind and just start over again. Be someone else, live somewhere else. She'd have a different name, of course. If she was being honest with herself, though, there was no way to change that heart-shaped face, no way to disguise those warm, chocolate eyes from the people who knew her best.

So running away from everything was the best option, even it was only for a little while. The sun was starting to dip down to kiss the skyline goodnight and it was just too good to pass up on. There was no way to leave her life behind, not forever. There was no way to escape the thought of him and his eyes, blue as the summer sky had been.

But there were so many angles to look at the situation, and she hadn't been. How nonsensical I've been…

Her sunglasses had fallen off, fallen into the fountain during her escape and it didn't really matter, anyway. Mom can get herself a new damn pair, she thought as she began unzipping her mesh bag, as she reached into the dark recesses. It took a minute or two to find the sunset again. Her heart readjusted itself, waited for the lens to retract and then zoom in.

And finally, she could breathe again when the image was frozen on the little Canon ESO. And finally, she could clear her head of all the clutter that'd plagued her. . .

But it wasn't enough.

She wanted to bottle the sky, once and for all. It wasn't about him, this time. It was about ending it, ending them. Of course, there'd always be memories. But she would have to deal with them, she would have to distract herself with life and photographs and college and long summer nights spent with Jane.

Still, he danced in her mind's eyes as she made her way up the cliff, as she seeked solace in the stars. Her heart was slower, now. Easier to manage now, but heavier than she'd liked. I'll forget him, soon, she told it, told herself. It wasn't impossible.

Was it?

The montage appeared again. He and she in the rain that day, he, asking for forgiveness, and she, refusing to accept it, refusing to forget what he'd done. He'd dared come closer, dared look into her eyes, dared look at her with enough intensity to make a glass shatter. But it was more than that. It was gentle, even sensual. She'd felt his breath against her lips, silently asked him for a kiss. But when he walked away from her that day, he looked at her differently. . .those eyes had hardened like the sky had frozen over. Impossible, nonsensical.

And in all her revelations, in all her contemplation, she'd wandered closer to the edge than she'd wanted to. Close enough that she could hear the waves below, loud and angry. Close enough that she could see them pound against the jetties, waves themselves shining with froth like her favorite espresso. Close enough that her heart caught in her throat as a sneaker dangled in the open air, close enough that she felt a scream tear up and out of her.

Lame cliffhanger, I know.

But whatcha think? Was it terrible? Did it make you wanna gouge your eyes out? (God, I hope not!)

I worked pretty hard on this, so I really hope you guys like it..

I'm sorry a thousand times if it's complete rubbish, though. (I'm not British, I promise.) I'm still kind of new to this fan-fiction thing, but I'll get better at it in time.

Hope to have the next chapter up soon...

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