It was an icily cold evening and I heard the wind wailing at my house as if he wants to go in. The thick driving snow outside held for several hours while I sat in front of the fireplace, warmed me with a blanket and stared lost in thought into the flickery fire. I strained tried to steering my thoughts on St. John, Diana and Mary, but the fire reflected my real thoughts always returning although. I observed dejectedly how a face formed there again and again. Edward. The flames in the fireplace showed me his pleading look and his mouth which continually formed my name: „Come back, Jane. Come back to me."
I felt that tears were collecting in my eyes and Edward's flame face faded. Oh, how very much I wanted to be with him. But I denied it to myself since I had to keep my pride. He had a woman. He had said that he loves me but he could be never faithful to me. He had a woman. Sobs shook my body. So I almost ignored the loud hammering.
I astonishedly looked to the door. Had a poor human soul gone astray in the storm possibly and looks for refuge? Once more a thunderous hammering sounded, this time urgent. I got up hastily, wiped my tears away and hurried to the door. I opened a little opening and peeked out. A great male shape stood with the back to me outside. This sir presumably already thought that nobody else would open. „Sir?", I asked and got a relievedly sighing as an answer. He slowly turned to me so that I could see his face. My heartbeat accelerated and I could hear the blood in my ear flowing. „Jane. " A marvelously familiar voice penetrated into my ear. Was this a dream?
It had to be a dream if HE stands suddenly in front of my door like from the trifle. Edward Fairfax Rochester. His eyes were red as if he had cried for days and now tears were running over his cheeks. As also about mine. But it wasn't tears of the mourning but the relief. Without thinking for a long time, I drew him by the door and we sank in a long, passionate kiss. When we severed our lips completely breathless again, I asked: „Is this a dream?"The question was put more to myself than to him. I nevertheless got an answer: „No. Or does this feel like a dream?"Edward pulled my waist to himself close again and we gave us all the love we believed almost for lost.
No, this wasn't a dream.