Chapter 33: Return After the FireI began my journey with both nervousness and determination.
Along the way, I kept remembering the way he looked at me the last time.
There was sadness in his eyes, but also a deep, unspoken love.
How I longed to see him once more. A few days later, I arrived at the once familiar Thornfield Hall.
But what I saw shocked me—only ruins remained.
The mansion had been burned, the walls blackened, the roof collapsed.
I stood before the ruins, tears falling uncontrollably. I asked the locals, and they told me what had happened.
The madwoman had set the house on fire one night.
Mr. Rochester had saved the servants but was trapped by the falling roof.
He lost his sight, and his home was gone. Now he lived in a small cottage far away, almost cut off from the world.
I went there at once, my heart racing faster than my feet.
The cottage stood quietly at the edge of the woods, with a bench by the window.
He was sitting there, as if waiting for something. I walked up quietly and said, “Sir, it’s me.”
He didn’t turn, only frowned. “Is it a dream?”
“It’s no dream. I’ve come back,” I said, taking his hand.
He trembled as he touched my face and finally began to cry. | 
