My name is Jane Eyre. I am looking for my Mr. Rochester in this world. I found it, but he kept chasing me away like flies. As I was about to return to the book where I had compiled my story, I took one last look at him. Am I dazzled? Magneto... Shed tears... I wanted to hold his outstretched hand and enter his arms, but it was still too late... "Goodbye, my Mr. Rochester..."