-1She stirred briefly, enveloped in darkness, yet she felt safe, warm. She was vaguely aware of being jostled about lightly and the steady beating of a heart that was not her own, yet seemed to beat in time with steady rhythm to her own.
"Jane, please my dear Janet. Hold on my love………."
The voice was jagged and seemed to fade in and out and then everything faded away.
Waking slowly Jane was shocked to see Mr Rochester. She was in her bed, in her room at Thornfield Hall, and here he was, sat by her fire, asleep by all means. His overcoat was discarded, where she knew not, and he was slouched in his black breeches and an wrinkled white dress shirt. His black hair was untamed and yet Jane could not help the small smile that came to her lips.
"…do you think me handsome……"
"….no sir.."
She looked down at herself and saw she was in her ivory nightwear and ivory over gown. She looked around slowly. How had she come to be here she did not know. The last thing she remembered was walking and walking, away from Thornfield Hall, away from Edward.
She greedily drank from the pitcher on her mahogany side table and wiped her weary eyes. Everything was so confusing. Yet as Jane sat there watching his sleeping form, she realised their happiness was not that long ago as it now seemed, and she was flooded by memories coming back to her. All he had to do was whisper in her ear, kiss her…..she knew she would love him unconditionally. She felt so hollow without him. How had the situation become so dire?
If only she could forget and start again, but Jane was a smart woman and would not fool her plain self. It was impossible to change the events of the pasts and she was a firm believer in making the best of a situation. Yet I ran, she thought, and now here I am again, back exactly where I started,
With Edward.
