Pride and Prejudice- Darcy's Diary

Part I

Pride and Prejudice Diary Entry

Mr Darcy’s Point of View, from before he makes his second proposal to Elizabeth.

Oh diary, just what have I spun myself into? My life is an intricate web of manners, correct etiquette and politically correct compliments and questions. And a girl that intrigues and angers me, sometimes within the same conversation. I am so unsure of where I stand in her complex mind. Am I a friend or a foe? A potential husband or an everyday menace? Yet I have still proposed to her and now I plan to do so again. My mind is a shambles of cogs that seem to spin correctly, but even I cannot understand their confusing ways. But back to my initial problem, I love Elizabeth, but what if she refuses me? Again? How will my weary heart cope with the fact that she doesn’t love me? No matter, I love her and I am willing to risk it. Maybe if fortune blesses my cards with luck I have a chance of living the rest of my life with this confusing, yet angelic woman. That is it. I am decided. It is worth the risk. Goodbye diary, wish me luck and pray that fortune smiles upon me.

Fortune’s Point of View

Mr Darcy slams the door shut and looks around. I heard his prayers to me. He sets his eyes on the fields and runs towards the barn. It is pouring with rain, but his passion is not doused, not in the least. The barn is also a long run, even at his rapid pace. This doesn’t bother him either. I must admit, I do enjoy the thrill of young love once in a while. His hair flops over his forehead in an unruly mop and he makes no attempt to fix it. This is most unlike the proud Mr Darcy I have come to know. He must really love this Elizabeth. I see Elizabeth in the barn, standing just inside the doorway. She gazes out at the rain, completely unaware of the fact that a very wet, cold, bedraggled Mr Darcy was running towards her at this very moment. The downpour only allowed her vision a few metres of clarity, before it disappeared into a grey blur. I can’t read her mind, it is blocked by a mental portcullis that even I cannot slip through. The proud, noble Mr Darcy falling in love with a headstrong, determined, intelligent girl of a lower rank. I certainly did not see this one coming. Well actually, I did. I see everything. They are a strange match, I suppose, but I think I will give them a chance.

Mr Darcy’s Point of View

The barn starts to come into view. I stop. What if she says no? Darcy, you already decided that you would ask her, so stop being a coward. Preparation eradicates cowardice, and you have prepared. Cowardice is just the failure to act in the midst of fear. You aren’t really scared are you Darcy? Well, becoming fearless is beyond the point, it’s impossible to be entirely fearless. I just need to control my fear, and be free from it. The barn becomes clearer and I see a figure standing in the door. Breathe, just breathe. A few deep breaths later, I am still terrified. Thrusting my fears into the back corners of my mind, I stand up tall and puff out my chest. Once a Darcy, always a Darcy. The figure turns and faces me. Elizabeth.

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