Chapter 18: The heart was made to be broken.

"Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. It would be better if we died when they did, but we do not. -Stephen King"

The carriage began moving slowly and soon it picked up speed, leaving family and friends behind. The couple had decided that they wanted to spend their honeymoon in London; they really did not care for the place as long they were together. Darcy held Elizabeth's hand tightly as he pulled her towards him. She tried hard not to cry.

"Are you alright my dear?" He asked as he brushed her hair and turned to look at him.

"Yes, of course." She lied; she was not. She could barely breathe. All the things Colonel Fitzwilliam told her kept coming back, but the truth was that they never left from her mind, not even an instant. He does not love you, they were his words. Especially that phrase could not escape her mind, it was trapped there.

"I suppose that you are tired" Elizabeth smiled and soon Darcy leaned in and captured her lips. How he had missed her lips, those lips, which looked like strawberries. He quickly pushed her closer to him so that he could feel her body touching his. He bit her bottom lip and slowly sucked it. As he pulled back, he kept his gaze fixed on her and soon he spoke "May I touch you?"

Elizabeth froze. That was the exact moment when everything was about to begin. As he leaned in again, their tongues moved as their kiss deepened. Soon, his hands found her back and slowly heunbuttoned her dress, only revealing the upper part of her dress. Then, he started kissing her neck and as he travelled down, soon he found her cleavage and ravished her skin. Elizabeth let her head roll back and moaned. Suddenly, he cupped one of her breasts and kissed it gently; she moaned louder. But, as he was about to proceed, she put her hand in his, making him stop. He looked up at her disappointed. "I do not think that the carriage is the right place..."

"I only want to touch you" he interrupted her. "After all, it is very ungenerous to deny anything from your husband at the very beginning of the wedding." She tried to smile but she could not. She was still disgusted with herself for welcoming his advances. She was angry at him, more than mad, but nevertheless it seemed that he had a strange power on her that she could not deny him anything. Even if she wanted to, she could not.

"You are too impatient, Fitzwilliam, we are about to arrive in London soon." She said as he made himself decent. Disappointment was written all over his face. He pushed her a little bit closer, so he could smell her lavender perfume that intrigued him so. But, he did not reply to this, for he knew well that she was right. If he was about to start kissing her, he knew that he could not restrain himself. She was too tempting for her own good.

After some minutes, Elizabeth was asleep with her head rested on his shoulder. He kept looking at her, amazed by her beauty. He could not still believe how lucky he was to find her. His days started when she smiled or laugh, or simply paid him a look and ended when he closed his eyes, but the torture did not stop there. He could see her even in his dreams, almost every day and if not, then he made sure that she would be in his thoughts for the rest of the day. A few times in someone's life there is absolutely clarity, for a few brief moments the silence drowns out the noise and the personcan feel rather than think and things seem so sharp. The world seems fresh again as though it just came out of existence. What he felt for her, was something that could not be explained or said, it could only be felt. It was such a precious feeling that it could consume him all without realizing it.

It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect. But how did she know that he loved her? The Colonel did not try to persuade or convince her; he just simply stated the facts as they were known to anyone, except her. She first tried to refuse it because she could not bear the thought of being deceived by him, it was impossible. However, it was another gentleman's testimony, which made her believe it eventually and gave in. She proved to be a fool, the greatest of all.

That afternoon, they were at last alone in the dining room of Darcy Manor, enjoying their meal. Elizabeth most of the time was silent and Darcy could realize a sudden coldness towards him, as though something troubled her. But, she still looked heavenly beautifully tempting.

I have known her longer, Darcy thought as he observed his bride once more. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name. He wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing he had seen in all those years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from him. How he sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet sound of her voice. He wanted to say that if she were with him, then somehow nothing could ever be wrong again.

"Do you love me?" She asked as she looked at his eyes again.

Instead of answering, he simply took her hand and kissed it. He then looked at her eyes and nodded.

"May I ask something else?" said she. "When are you going to drop the acting?"