Original Writing in Response to Wuthering Heights

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I am perplexed. Here I lie on this thin, wispy bed-cloth, the humidity making my insides boil whilst the howling wind surrounds the Grange. Oh it's searing, so hot! It matters none, though; my Cathy has returned. How could this ensue? How could that wretched Heathcliff seize my darling Cathy? How does that infinitely evil mind operate? The smarting of my temple does not allow me to ponder in peace. Yet, I must, I must find answers. There is no time for my own complications, however, both my Catherine's await. Oh Catherine, it is my time; my time to unite with you. You were exceptionally beautiful Catherine, and I loved you so. Why? Why did you not share the same for me? I cared for your health, your wealth, all. Why did you let yourself prefer the devil himself? We seemed so joyous, Catherine, so content. You tossed it all, Catherine, all away for a delusion. Cathy… who appears so much like her mother. She is as free in spirit. "Catherine" I murmur to my daughter. Her youthful gaze widens as her tear-stained countenance creases into a smile. "Father, you called me… Catherine" she speaks, as a tear streams down her rose-tinted cheeks. I gather every ounce of my strength as I endeavor to clasp her damp hand. I disputed in wonder subconsciously whether to divulge her with the past. Her tears provoked me; she is worthy of honesty. She is owed the truth concerning her alleged relatives, a taste of remembrance towards her mother, and all the impediments that she has not faced till yet. She needs to know of treacherous Heathcliff. "… Catherine," I commenced halfheartedly, "There is something you must know." I strived... ... middle of paper ... ... treacheries… I understand that at present, you are content with Linton, but please…Cathy… Catherine… Please don't let him take you under his haunting force…" "Father! Oh Father… I'll do whatever you say, I'll do whatever you plead… Father, I love you so…" I could hear Cathy cry through my sealed eyes. I encountered a jolt of unbearable pain through my body. After experiencing a blinding sheen of purity, I imagined the fantasy of a family, one place, one time, all together…No perplexities, no Heathcliff…Catherine, my beloved, Cathy, my angel, and myself… Living contently in the safety and lovely Thrushcross Grange. A small smile creeped onto the anxiety that became my face, and I felt my soul soar, light as a feather as the serrated reality seemed to fade from me… from my mind… from my body.

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