keep her under his skin.
"Days without any word of your existence. Days without hearing you say my name. Days. . .and it aches every single one of them."
His knuckles are reddened from his previous efforts, ghosting over Cathy's cheek.
"It has been π₯π’πΊπ΄!"
The leathers whip against the ground as Heathcliff throws them away, turning in earnest to face Cathy. He looms over her, a monster fuming behind his teeth, fraught with unfulfilled passions and tender longings. Oh, would that he could devour her whole,
suddenly she pouts, not knowing what she had expected ββ certainly not this. taking a step closer.
" your company, heathcliff. is that so hard to guess ? " a glance at the work under his hands, then his countenance once more. β
The infamous hurricane Cathy. Heathcliff's stomach clenches mid-smile, turning it into a near-grimace as he looks back down on his handiwork. Cathy interrupts all thought and actionβsuddenly he forgot how to function around this little ditty.
"What do you want, Cathy?"
Hardened
" and i shall pay it, if i have to. " cathy still struggled to believe the fine man heathcliff grew into, she hugged the shawl around her body harder, watching him carefully.
" i will say i went out for a walk, that i were feeling β
As if the earth itself shudders to announce her arrival: Cathy Earnshaw, one-woman cavalry.
Heathcliff's hands still upon the leathers, pulled taut around the mighty pieces of wood, and he looks up, pushing stray curls off of his forehead. A wicked smile pulls at his lips.
she had managed to run from linton and nelly, making her way straight to heathcliff. there wasn't any possibility of her knowing his whereabouts, normally, but how could someone not know where their soul stood ?
" what are you working β
"So you would have me unearth you again?"
The rain falls harder. If Heathcliff laughs, the world will not hear it. If he cries, the world will not care. It never does.
Fists dig deeper through dirt, through mud, displacing the weeds.
"Shall I kiss your skull, Cathy? Make love
she missed how he felt to the touch, how his skin felt next to hers. dig deeper, heathcliff, so cathy can finally reach for you again. maybe she can finally take you with her, for she already fell in love with her murderer.
He had killed her, hadn't he? Placed that wicked illness like a scythe inside her. Eating her up, murdering her. Blood on his hands like dirt as he digs into her grave. Her earth. He could smell her in the wildflowers.
the earth is cold under her when he is not near, what a shame she couldn't take him with her. her cold heart will forever ache for him, until their souls unite in heaven.