She stood there looking at Darcy... Fitzwilliam.
She had brought this great man to his knees.
She could read in his eyes that he was begging her to see that he'd do anything for her.
She could feel the emotions that she had bottled up inside awakening.
She could hear the doctors warnings.
She remembered her fathers face, and her mother shrieks, and Janes tears and...

It was all too much.
She could barely stand.
She didn't know if it was from all her emotions or from...

She lowered herself to her knees.
She was now level with this great man.
She saw him react, worried she would fall.
She leaned forward.
She could see that he thought she would kiss him.

But she didn't.

She laid her forehead on his shoulder and began to weep.
She felt his strong arms envelop her and pull her close to him.
She felt his forehead fall to her shoulder.
She felt him gently kiss her neck as he whispered all his love to her.

She felt safe.
She felt warm.
She felt like she was at home.
She couldn't.

She couldn't be with him.
She knew she couldn't be with him.
She knew she couldn't be with him, for it was selfish of her.

She pulled away slowly.
She felt him resist not wanting to let go of her.
She felt him slowly run his hands down his arms.
She felt him clasp her hands with his not wanting to break the contact.

"Fitzwilliam," she said

She saw his face light up.
She saw hope.
She saw a future.
She saw love.

If only she could have a future with this man.

She told him again that she was... dying. She had, had a hard enough time telling her family. She knew her demise would be painful and slow, and she couldn't make him watch her go. She knew she had to do this for him.

She tried.
She tried to tell him she couldn't.
That it wasn't fair to him.
That it was 5 months.
That he would find someone else...

She tried.

Before she could finish he had interjected.
He begged her.
He begged her with his voice.
He begged her with his eyes.
He begged her with his heart.
He begged her with his soul... to at least let him love her for the small amount of time she had left.

She could see in his eyes that moisture had formed and fallen down his face.
She turned away and closed her eyes.
She couldn't see this man in so much pain, for she felt his hurt deep in her soul.

She felt him rest his head again on her shoulder.
She knew it was her turn to envelop him in her arms and provide the comfort.
She felt him silently cry in her arms.

She didn't know how long they stayed in each other's arms. She watched him regain his breath as his breathing became steady. She didn't dare move. She wished she could stay with him like this forever.

She saw two light blue eyes in the shadows behind him.
In her astonishment, she had taken a breath in.
He lifted his head.
He turned slowly to see what occurred.

"Georgiana," He said in a whisper.

He didn't care that Georgiana had seen his sorrow. Nothing like that mattered anymore.
He turned back to Elizabeth. His Elizabeth.
He gently grasped her hand in his and rose slowly never breaking eye contact.

"Elizabeth, I...I would love you to meet Georgiana... my sister"

He was worried that she would leave him, never to return. This was the perfect reason for her to stay... with him... even only for a little while longer.
He leads her over to two shy light blue eyes.
He introduces them.

Shy courtesies are exchanged.
A shy friendship is forged.

Tea is called for.
They're fast friends.
Before he realizes it's time for her to go, and he hadn't gotten in a word between them.

Georgiana asks for her to come back.
He is over the moon.
She promises the shy blue eyed girl that she will the morrow.

He watches her as she walks into the horizon
He is determined to find a solution.
He is determined for her.