Yeah, sorry they're such small chapters, I originally wrote them as separate ficlets but still part of the same story and stuff.
He had to do it.
He had to see her.
He felt as though he might burst if he didn't. She was there after all, at Collins & Collins, he could just… run into her on his way to see Charlotte and Mr Collins. That would work.
He had it all planned out.
Arrive, walk up the stairs to Charlotte's office, where Lizzie spent much of her time, knock on the door, pretending to be looking for Charlotte.
'Oh! Lizzie, it's so nice to see you' he would say casually.
'How are you?... and your sisters? That's nice. How has your stay been? Well I hope!' and then hopefully she would have a piece of hair that he could carefully move from her eye.
'He would then feign distraction, and ask the location of Charlotte or Mr Collins' That would be perfect.
Reality was a little different.
He was walking along the hall to get to the office, and who should he run into but Lizzie herself. Words left him, he couldn't speak, let alone listen to what she said. Okay so it was back to Arsey.
Mumble, mumble, sisters?
Oh God he had to get out of there. Being so close, yet not being able to touch her, was worse than not being about to see her at all.
He left the building as fast as he could.
