Hey all, Dani here.
Welcome back to Day 3 of the May Book Prompt challenge I am participating in. There are a lot of other fabulous people participating here on WordPress and also over on Instagram, so feel free to check it out. The challenge was created by MahWrites (@emotionaly.inconstant on IG) and thesarahdoughty (@thesarahdoughty on IG).
Today’s prompt is a story I dearly love. I re-read it all the time and I’ve seen several different adaptations of it, my favorite honestly being The Lizzie Bennet Diaries over on YouTube. Seriously, it’s an amazing modern day adaptation of a story most of us already know, and I think it’s done so well. I just love it. I think I’ve watched the whole series of 100 episodes about 6 or 7 times now.
Anyway, Day 3 is: Pride and Prejudice
I’ve tried to find the right words for this letter for a couple weeks now and it always comes out wrong, but they need to be said so wrong or not, I have to admit how I’m feeling.
I’m not too proud to beg, not for something I truly believe in. And I do believe in us, in what we could be. I just wish you could see it too. How many nights have we spent curled up next to each other on the couch, reading books and sharing our favorite parts? So many that I’ve lost count. It just feels like a normal part of our forever.
I’m sure that most people have noticed how much time we spend together, and yeah, we were great friends for such a long time that it’s easy to pretend we still are. You told me how much your parents have been pressuring you to domesticate yourself, especially your mom; she really wants grandkids. I think I blame Jane’s marriage for that.
Trust me, I know what this would mean, how difficult it will be for a time, but I have to believe that it would be worth it. Your parents will accept you, will accept us. We live in an age of possibility, in an age where diversity is blooming, and it doesn’t matter how much people grumble; they will eventually all just accept that two men or two women being in love in no way changes their personal lives.
I just want to be able to go out to the movies with my girlfriend and hold her hand. We’ve been dating for over a year and most of our friends aren’t even fazed by it. I know you’re just worried that someone will see and then tell your mom, but we’ve always known the small-town gossip mill is ridiculous.
Let’s just tell your parents the truth. I’m at your house all the time anyway, and if I’m being completely honest, I hate having to lie to them. I get that you think your parents are traditionalists, but maybe they’re more tolerant than that, especially when it involves the happiness of one of their children.
This is a serious matter, and I know you need to think about it, but I needed you to know. Hiding this part of ourselves is painful for me. I love you, Beth. And I want to be with you, openly, even if that means having to deal with a few intolerant jerks.
Okay, so this one’s a bit shorter than my last two, and I’ll probably come back around to this in future and add to it, but for now, I’d say it’s all right. What do you think? I might actually have to try plotting this out and expanding it to more of a novella. I’m actually intrigued by the idea of a Pride and Prejudice modern day retelling where Darcy is also a woman.