KatSw3. “Period Drama – Breathe Again.” YouTube. YouTube, 12 Dec. 2010. Web.
THE LINK BETWEEN MUSIC AND STORY:
This time of year is a very busy one for me. Exams are coming! Material needs to be completed, lessons need review, and exams need creating. Needless to say, not as much writing as I would like is getting done. However, I am managing to squeeze in some writing time and thought I would let you know what story I am working on at the moment. I posted a small part of this story a while ago here. At that time, I did not have a title for the story. I do now. It will be a short novella of about 20,000 words, and I am about halfway through it. It’s premise is not a happy one, but I assure you the story will still be a sweet story even if it does have a little bit of a shadow of the past hanging over it. It is that shadow that led me to choose this beautiful song and video today.
EXCERPT FROM FINALLY MRS. DARCY:
She shook her head in disbelief. “Why? Why would you think so highly of me, and yet not…” She turned away. “Why did you not return?” She closed her eyes and attempted to prepare herself for whatever excuse he might give. She had long thought that it was Lydia’s very clear demonstration of her families shortcoming coupled with the unwillingness to be tied to Wickham in any way that had kept him from returning. She did not have a wish to hear her thoughts confirmed. It was something far more demanding. She needed to know the truth for good or for ill.
Darcy watched her wrap her arms around herself and take one step away from him. “I spoke to Bingley shortly after that.” He closed the distance between them. “I confessed all that I had done to separate him from your sister.” He dug his toe into the dirt of the path. “He has had no contact with me since, other than to return my letters unopened and request that I not contact him or any of his family. You were included in that group by that time, since he and your sister were married. So, I stayed away hoping that by doing as he requested, he might at some point forgive me. I continue to wait.”
“He speaks of you.” Elizabeth gave a quick glance over her shoulder. “Since Papa died. You may not have much longer to wait.”
“I have waited an eternity, Elizabeth, and it has cost me dearly.” The depth of the pain in his words pierced her heart.
“When you did not return with Bingley, I thought it was because you did not wish to be associated with a family tied to Mr. Wickham or such foolish girls as Lydia — and who could blame you?” She turned to face him. “It broke my heart. I refused to attend assemblies for nearly a year. Mama thought it was because I missed Jane, but it was you I missed.” She took one of his hands. “Eventually, I could no longer refuse to attend, and I met Jack. He was a pleasant man. He smiled much and spoke well of all he met. I believe he was constitutionally incapable of being disagreeable. He respected me, and I was happy, but he was not you.” She squeezed his hand. “I loved him, but not as I love you.”