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"Write to me, please just promise me." He pleaded with such urgency, the look in his eyes screaming for acceptance. She couldn't decline, not with those blue eyes piercing her soul.

"I promise. Although I don't think I would be much help if you get shot at." She could hear the conductor calling out orders, her heart hammered in her chest. He was leaving soon. This enigma of a friend, she couldn't bare him, yet she couldn't bare not seeing him. It was frustrating.

"Just write to me, as much as you can. Promise?" His eyes searched for her acquiescence, she sighed. "I promise. I swear. But you must promise me something as well." She stepped closer. Whether it was knowingly or unknowingly, she closed the distance between their bodies.

"Anything." She could feel his breath on her cheeks, she could count every freckle on his cheeks. "Don't try to hide the pain, please. Don't lie to me. And also don't be boring. And try…" She covered her mouth, her voice hitching as she struggled to stay composed. "Come back safe. Don't get shot at or anything. We still have that dance, remember? You arrogant, selfish, annoying-"

"You prejudiced, argumental, sass mouth-"

"Prat!" She said as she remembered her gift and her hands suddenly dove into her pockets to retrieve the token.

"I will try not to be boring, and anyways when have I ever lied to you?" He said as he struggled to figure out why she was furiously looking through her pockets.

"I don't know, but here!" She hurriedly shoved the green ribbon into his hand.

"I don't think I'll be needing to do my hair or make a dress more fashionable in the trenches Lizzie." He teased as she huffed and took the ribbon and tied it around his wrist.

"It's for luck, you knobhead." She laughed as she kept hold of his hand, their fingers intertwining.

"Lizzie, I think we should talk about the elephant in the train station." His voice was near her ear this time.

She looked up at him, her heart pounding. His eyes looking down at hers ever so seriously. His hands gripped hers tighter. "Yes?" Her voice sounded breathless.

"Green is not really my color."

And then, there they were, two friends who could sometimes barely stand each other, laughing in the middle of a sea of tearful goodbyes and passion filled kisses.

"I am going to…" She stopped speaking.

"I am going to miss you." He said bending down ever so slightly.

"I am going to miss teasing you." She bent her head closer.

"Elizabeth-"

And just like that their lips met with equal force, their hands seeking something they knew they shouldn't. Lizzie's breathy sighs made William feel a rush of pleasure. How he had dreamed of kissing her, holding Lizzie. And then the loud bell of the train came in between their embrace. Their lips fell onto foreheads and dimpled cheeks. All he could think about was wanting more time, needing more time. All she could think about was trying not to cry and being strong. She had always dreamt of marrying her best friend, of loving her best friend. She felt as if the conflict separating them was a guillotine.

"I will miss you. I will write to you. I promise." She felt his cheek, her finger brushing away a tear.

"I promise not to be boring." He could hear people boarding.

"And?"

"I won't get shot at, I won't lie, and I won't be late for our dance."

"Good. Don't miss your train." She smiled as she pecked him on the cheek.

"Always nagging. Just like your mother." He caressed her soft cheek once more.

"When you come back for leave I will make sure you pay for that, William Darcy."

"I will make sure to come back armed." He then pulled her in for a hug and a kiss.

"Goodbye." She could feel her tears streaming down her face.

"I will be back soon. I promise." He kissed her one last time and boarded the train. She stayed on the platform as the train pulled away and became a small speck in the distance. His eyes never left her form as the train rode on, her soft blue dress dancing in the wind.

Dearest Love,

My feet are cold because my socks are wet. The temperature drops at night, but the memory of your embrace keeps me warm throughout the night. Sometimes gunshots are the only things I hear, the memory of your laughter is the only thing which keeps me sane.

I hope the war ends soon. I can't stand another day not being with you, not seeing you, not kissing you.

What we started at the station was unbelievable. I dream of that day, I yearn for that day.

Now that I have finished waxing poetic about how much I have missed your presence by my side, we must speak of normal things.

How is your family? Your sisters?

The new neighbor with the extremely hairy mole which you described in so much detail in your last letter?

How are you?

I remember you spoke to me of your mother turning Longbourn into a convalescent ward. I wonder how that must be, Longbourn is more than big enough and your family wealthy enough.

Although I do hope you don't fall in love with one of the soldiers you must be nursing back to health. I don't know what I would do if a soldier falls in love with you. I have heard many stories of patients falling in love with their nurses. Should I fall sick in order for your attention?

How is Jane? With Charlie gone she must be in a glum mood everyday except for mail day. I do wonder when they'll get married. I think Charlie is in France. I can't quite remember.

Yesterday, a faulty grenade exploded three trenches down from my own. I was awake and eating those horrible crackers your mother keeps sending me, please tell her I love them, and all of a sudden a large quake shook the ground. Dust went flying, bodies, how I hate to tell you of such atrocities, but you told me not to lie, and to tell you everything. I was struck in the head by a good enough sized rock, I lost a few minutes but woke up soon enough. I promise I am fine, just a slight headache. The crackers were destroyed, so there's the silver lining.

Don't fret over a small bump, my love. You have had far worse falling out of those damn trees you keep climbing. I am quite fine, I have been visited by a doctor and he has pronounced quite well. Attached is a note with his signature for proof.

As always I love you, I miss you, and I need you.

Yours For Quite Some Time

-William Darcy

P.S. Can you please tell your mother to send me more of those blasted crackers? I find I quite miss them now that I don't have them near. Awaiting your letter, as always.