I have just recently found Jane Eyre, and this is my first fanfiction for it. It's a 145 word drabble about Jane's thoughts about Rochester's unfinished sentence.
'But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes- indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped form the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don't neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie and Adele. Good-night, my-'
What was he about to say? My heart thumped in my chest, as I curtsied at turned away from my master. The question plagued me, in mind and heart, through out the night, even though I knew that I would never get an answer to my question.
My too hopeful heart wished that he was about to say something endearing. Was he about say 'Jane'? Oh, how I wished it to be so. In my mind, though, it was reasoned that Mr. Rochester was about to say 'servant'. Why would he say 'Jane'? I was only a governess to his ward. I may have affections for him, (of course I did, how could I not?) though, why would he ever have them for me? I was unable to get a wink of sleep for hours and hours after that. I lay awake pondering the possibilities.