From her very death bed she had wished that they might someday find happiness.
Jane had slipped into a world of lonely solitude, leaving her home only to tend to the demanding household chores that would await her everyday. She had become accustomed to it though, and almost found it to be quite delightful at times. She would often walk about her property completing her chores one by one while whistling a tune, sometimes stopping to sit and write awhile. She loved being outdoors, especially in this beautiful countryside she had always called home. How she missed those days, growing up with her brother and sisters. The Austen home was always bustling with the sounds of laughter at the dinner table, and lots of talk of the happenings of the day. She could picture it in her mind as if she were standing right in the middle of it all. Her mother would be hustling about, fussing over which girl should marry what man, and what she might wear at her glorious wedding. All the while, her father would be sitting in the parlor enjoying a pipe while quietly laughing at all of the hum drum taking place around him. Occasionally, he would glance over at Jane and give her a small wink, knowing that she thought they were just as foolish as he did.
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality realizing that she had almost reached her destination. Clasped tightly in her hand was a book of poems that she had written over the years and wished to give to Tom. A small smile crossed her face at the very thought of giving it to him. She knew he would just love it, for he loved anything that she would write on paper, or at least he used to. She remembered the two of them sitting under an old oak tree that summer. He had asked her to bring some of her writing along so that he might read it. Jane reluctantly agreed, afraid that he might tease her. But he didn't tease her at all, in fact he was so moved by her writing she thought she may have seen a tear well up. "You are the most amazing woman I shall ever meet." He had said. She smiled. "And you my dear, are the most amazing man."
Walking the path to the Lefroy's home, Jane stopped.
Her palms were sweating as she carefully prepared what she might say to Tom. She practiced. "Hello Mr. Lefroy. How lovely it is to see you once again....."
"Good day Mr. Lefroy. I have brought you some of my writings." No, that wasn't right. Jane shook her head as though the words would just come spilling out. Just go to the door, she scolded herself. And when she was about to knock, a rather plump, jolly woman came bursting out. "Ms. Austen! How wonderful it is to see you! " It was Tom's aunt. "Do come in dear, it is frightful weather we are having." As Jane began to share the reason behind her visit, his cousin Alice walked into the room. "Jane, so good to see you dear.