The One I've Been Waiting For

Chapter 2

"Are you alright, Miss (Y/N)?"

It was Mr. Darcy. The man who was on your mind lately. He was dark, yet comforting; cold, but warm; he seemed curious, but cautious. 

"Are you alright?" he repeated. He looked genuinely worried so you tried to find your voice.

"Yes... I think I'm alright." He held out his hand and you took it. "Ah-ow," you mumbled. Your shoulder was killing  you. He looked at you, unconvinced, then for the first time he noticed your bleeding shoulder. 

"(Y/N)! You are not ok. Will you go with me to the Bingleys' house until you are healed?"                       Not seeing any other choice, you nodded in agreement. 

"Let me tell mama-" you tried to say. 

"No. I will write a letter explaining what happened today. I feel awful knowing how worried she must be about you," he said. "She will get the letter by noon tomorrow at the latest."

"No need to hurry- I don't know which she will feel more: disappointment at my being alive or excitement at being with a man," you pronounced. Mr. Darcy almost, almost smiled a bit.

He lifted you onto his horse and rode in the direction of the house he was staying at. You leaned back into him and you heard him exhale sharply. He relaxed after a moment. You felt safe and thought, "Maybe Mr. Darcy isn't as bad as we think. Maybe we misjudged him- but what he said about Lizzie! I don't know what to think about him."