This story takes place when Jane has left Thornfield Hall and is now living at Moor House.
The Unread Letter
I paced around Moor House in deep thought. My course led me from the bedroom down the stairs to the parlor. I sat down in a huff for I was having an internal dilemma.
"I must be overwhelmed with worry for Mr. Rochester's being, for thoughts of him cloud my mind all throughout the day. Oh how, I wish his whereabouts were known by me. Nay, I wish I could be where he is. He would wrap me in his arms and hold me close, whispering all his love for me softly in my ear." I imagined, wrapping my arms around myself, leaning back in the armchair, hot tears running down my cheeks. "Oh what have I done? Mr. Rochester may be in the depths of despair, while I am not quite well either" I cried out in frustration, "No, the situation is immutable. I left with his best interests in mind."
As to clear my mind, I needed to efface Mr. Rochester from my conscience. Sitting quietly, I pondered what to do when a notion came to mind.
" A letter to Mr. Rochester may suffice this urge. Whether I send it is a decision that will be reached after the completion of the letter." I thought quickly spotting a piece of parchment, which I used to start a letter to my beloved Mr. Rochester.
My Dearest Edward,
I will not clutter my letter with thoughtless mutterings of how I've been, for I worry for you. I hope your health has not left you and you remain strong and well. I wish not to speak of my departing, but as if we are sitting together in the parlor. You in the chair that you favor, Pilot lying next to your side. My seat would be on the floor, my head resting in your lap. For I will stay silent and listen of your trips and business you have done. I will then say something clever that you would chuckle at calling me something such as your "precious fox". Well it seems I have written what lays in my mind, restless. These thoughtless mutterings are what keeps resounding in my head. Your voice, deep with a hint of sarcasm, fills my ears at night. Your shape intoxicates my vision, for I see your strong build and your face full of hilarity. Without you it seems I have no one to match wits against. My stubbornness is no longer tested by your words. I stay silent for my shyness is a wall, which was taken down when it was just you and I. As you see I am desolate without you. However I must address this I hope you have forgiven me for leaving you in the midst of night. You must know that my departure was for all the best. You may wonder where I am, which is to say I cannot tell you, for I fear you may come to find me. I still love you as strongly as I did when I was with you, if not more.
I remain yours,
Jane Eyre
Admiring the beautiful words laid out on the parchment, I started to fold it up into an envelope. I suddenly stopped, realizing that I could not send this letter. It would renew the hopes of Mr. Rochester and dash mine for a reply would never come. Muttering at myself for having such foolish thoughts, I walked up the stairs to place the letter at the bottom of my carpetbag, never again to set my eyes upon it.
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