Violent delights

Charlotte Collins, that has seen Mr Darcy looking at Elizabeth everytime she was looking the other way, that has observed how he tried to make a civil conversation with Elizabeth numerous times and has listened to Elizabeth lamenting how Mr Darcy continued to go on the same path she usually took whenever she was taking it:

I don’t wanna be here anymore

Perhaps I’m tired and sick of all

Perhaps I don’t know where home is

Perhaps I never had one

Perhaps home is where the hurt is

Perhaps home left when I left

Perhaps home never existed at all

Perhaps I was never here in the first place

Perhaps I’ll disappear

Perhaps no one will notice

Perhaps it’s for the better

Perhaps I’m burdened down by knowledge of pleasure and pain

Perhaps you….

You, who might be standing outside ready to knock the moment I open the door

You, who would like to say something about the weather or some generic shit like that

You, you’d rather kiss than to have a bitter taste in the mouth for the rest of (what even is life?)

And say you’re sorry.

But wait

No

In there….