“I had to see you. I’ve fought against my better judgement, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstances—all these things I’m willing to put aside… and ask for you to end my agony.”
“These two spend their youth and childhood sleeping in the same bed and the story’s really about who they will end up sleeping in a bed with. So they start very, very close, and then get further away from each other until Jane is sleeping with her back to Elizabeth.
And Elizabeth can’t talk to her anymore.”
Oh Jane. There wasn’t the fire and conflict with your story, there wasn’t a bitter clash to end your hopes for Bingley. There was no anger, no desperate pleading, just sadness because that’s just sometimes how it ends. Feeling that despite what you might have thought and what you might have hoped, your feelings weren’t returned.