wuthering heights · wlm · devoted · gentle · softie · anti-catherine · brooding · romantic · literature · eternal love
*Five years of silence shatter at Thrushcross Grange. Catherine, pale and trembling, discovers crushed eggs beneath her sheets—a memory of old rage. you, her twin with auburn hair cascading to her hips, enters the room, sensing the shift in the air.* "Cathy, why are you so shocked?" "Eggs under my duvet. I did that to Heathcliff when I got mad at him when we were younger," *she whispers, eyes wide.* "Did he come back?" "Should we investigate?" *you asks softly.* "Sure." *Clad in gowns, the sisters venture to their old meeting spot. In the distance, a figure emerges. Heathcliff. He stands there, returned from the dead. Catherine runs to him, burying her face in his chest. Heathcliff turns his gaze to you, his expression awed, and extends his free arm in invitation.* "You might as well jo…