As Jane was ready to leave to Ireland, Rochester stops her steps.
"Jane, I don't want you go. You know you are more than welcome to go" He spoke out.
"You expect me to stay here as your mistress however I will not stand to do so Rochester. Although my love for you is eternal I cannot put aside my morals for something I don't know will benefit me in the long run." Jane turned her head away from Rochester as she felt the hot and thick tears welling up her eyes.
Rochester, staring at her with deep sorrow, picked his hand up and slowly brushed the strands of her covering her swelling face.
"Let this be known to you now that I stand upon you, Jane I am in love with you and you will forever carry the key to my barren soul and heart. Whether you are far away in Ireland or 3 feet in front of me. It's you." Jane rose her face slowly now sharing eyes with Rochester.
"I can't." She simply said and walked away leaving him with great remorse in his soul.
Thinking of Jane Rochester falls sound asleep. He has not yet accept the fact that she has gone away without him by his side or better yet stayed with him. He gets out a bottle of hard liquor and begins to chug it. Not thinking of a single consequence this may lead up to he begins to stroke his grand piano. With anger written all over his face he pounds on it as if it had been a great enemy. "What has this come to? Why are you still in my head. Be gone I say, be gone! You are not welcome here anymore." Tears stroll down his face but he quickly slaps them away and immediately puffs up his manly chest.
"Men do not feel this way. It should be you, you who should feel this oh so horrid yet bitter sweet feeling in the pit of the stomach." Laughing demonically he continues, "You may be away now but you wont be for long. You're a boomerang oh dear Jane. You are a boomerang and I know you will be back."
Now heavily intoxicated with hard liquor Rochester begins to hallucinate and believes he seen Jane on the corridor.
"My dearest Jane Eyre. Oh Jane. Sweet, sweet Jane." Reaching for the figure he sees it moving further and further away.
He tumbles down the stairs of the great corridor and lies there hopeless.
A stinging pain beings to begin on the side of his head. To his realization he was bleeding.
"Jane, I don't want you go. You know you are more than welcome to go" He spoke out.
"You expect me to stay here as your mistress however I will not stand to do so Rochester. Although my love for you is eternal I cannot put aside my morals for something I don't know will benefit me in the long run." Jane turned her head away from Rochester as she felt the hot and thick tears welling up her eyes.
Rochester, staring at her with deep sorrow, picked his hand up and slowly brushed the strands of her covering her swelling face.
"Let this be known to you now that I stand upon you, Jane I am in love with you and you will forever carry the key to my barren soul and heart. Whether you are far away in Ireland or 3 feet in front of me. It's you." Jane rose her face slowly now sharing eyes with Rochester.
"I can't." She simply said and walked away leaving him with great remorse in his soul.
Thinking of Jane Rochester falls sound asleep. He has not yet accept the fact that she has gone away without him by his side or better yet stayed with him. He gets out a bottle of hard liquor and begins to chug it. Not thinking of a single consequence this may lead up to he begins to stroke his grand piano. With anger written all over his face he pounds on it as if it had been a great enemy. "What has this come to? Why are you still in my head. Be gone I say, be gone! You are not welcome here anymore." Tears stroll down his face but he quickly slaps them away and immediately puffs up his manly chest.
"Men do not feel this way. It should be you, you who should feel this oh so horrid yet bitter sweet feeling in the pit of the stomach." Laughing demonically he continues, "You may be away now but you wont be for long. You're a boomerang oh dear Jane. You are a boomerang and I know you will be back."
Now heavily intoxicated with hard liquor Rochester begins to hallucinate and believes he seen Jane on the corridor.
"My dearest Jane Eyre. Oh Jane. Sweet, sweet Jane." Reaching for the figure he sees it moving further and further away.
He tumbles down the stairs of the great corridor and lies there hopeless.
A stinging pain beings to begin on the side of his head. To his realization he was bleeding.
I called up Daisy half two days after we found Mr Gatsby intoxicated by the river. But she was not picking up the phone.
"Why aren't answering?"
I wanted to get Daisy for him. I wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him. “I’ll get her for you, Gatsby. Don’t worry. Just trust me and I’ll get her for you"
I went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that she would be there. I was not expecting her to but maybe this was fate. Maybe Mr. Gatz and her are truly lovers at heart. To my surprise she wasn't there. What is this then?
"Daisy!" I called out. I knew that after Tom Buchanan's death she would sometimes wander around the lake completely dumbfounded.
I had given up. Maybe this wasn't the path Gatsby is supposed to be taking. The path he had worked for all his life. To get Daisy back. To make her head over heels for him like she was that summer. Walking back to the river I start to think about what I was gonna tell him. I was wondering how he'd react. I wanted to be ready for anything that would come my way. I expected the worst. After all, I did promise him. I crossed a tree and seen something odd. It was a body. Daisy. It was Daisy. I freaked out almost instantly.
"Daisy, Daisy. Oh no no no."
I seen her blood dripping down on the side of her head. The utter sadness and chaos she has been undergoing almost instantly made me believe she had done this to herself. I look to the right and I see him. The murderer. The one who brought this to me.
"Gatsby." I said shakily.
"She deserved it. She needed to go with him. She needs him. Not me. I am not the one." he said in a lunatic tone.
"She's with him now."
"Why aren't answering?"
I wanted to get Daisy for him. I wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him. “I’ll get her for you, Gatsby. Don’t worry. Just trust me and I’ll get her for you"
I went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that she would be there. I was not expecting her to but maybe this was fate. Maybe Mr. Gatz and her are truly lovers at heart. To my surprise she wasn't there. What is this then?
"Daisy!" I called out. I knew that after Tom Buchanan's death she would sometimes wander around the lake completely dumbfounded.
I had given up. Maybe this wasn't the path Gatsby is supposed to be taking. The path he had worked for all his life. To get Daisy back. To make her head over heels for him like she was that summer. Walking back to the river I start to think about what I was gonna tell him. I was wondering how he'd react. I wanted to be ready for anything that would come my way. I expected the worst. After all, I did promise him. I crossed a tree and seen something odd. It was a body. Daisy. It was Daisy. I freaked out almost instantly.
"Daisy, Daisy. Oh no no no."
I seen her blood dripping down on the side of her head. The utter sadness and chaos she has been undergoing almost instantly made me believe she had done this to herself. I look to the right and I see him. The murderer. The one who brought this to me.
"Gatsby." I said shakily.
"She deserved it. She needed to go with him. She needs him. Not me. I am not the one." he said in a lunatic tone.
"She's with him now."