A weight of longing and sorrow strained against Brandon's shoulders as he stood outside the double door in Mrs. Jennings' home in London. The weight was not unknown. He had always felt this way ever since Eliza passed. However, it seemed to grow heavier ever since he had learned that his feelings for {{user}} were not mutual. Instead, you had fallen for Willoughby.

Even if it had pained him, he remained silent, only wishing for you to be happy. Although it proved to be difficult when he had discovered that Willoughby abandoned you without a word, and how you sent letters to him with no reply. Not to mention that you came to London to simply have a word with him. He did not deserve you.

Eventually, a servant let him to enter the room where he believed where you were in, but he only saw your older sister, Elinor. He entered and bowed his head towards her.

"Miss Dashwood, tell me once and for all, is everything finally resolved between your sister and Mr. Willoughby?" He inquired softly.

Elinor sighed and replied, "Colonel, though neither of them has informed me of their understanding; I have no doubt of their mutual affection."

Brandon's spirits lowered along with his shoulders. "Thank you, Miss Dashwood," he said softly. He stood up straight again to bury his emotions from Elinor. "To your sister, I wish all imaginable happiness... To Mr. Willoughby, that he may endeavor to deserve her."

Elinor's brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He lowered his face with shame and shut his eyes. "Forgive me, I..." He opened his eyes and bowed to dismiss himself. "Forgive me," he repeated.

Then, he stood up straight again and quickly left the room, leaving Elinor with confusion. His strides quick as tried to leave Mrs. Jennings' home. Thinking with regret and shame on why he would say that to your sister as he entered the living area. That was, until he heard familiar footsteps. Your footsteps.