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"A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, m'am." Nelly Muttered.
"What does he want?" I asked as politely as my bitter voice could sound.
"I did not question him," Said Nelly, I inhaled deeply trying to keep my cool.
"Well close the curtains, Nelly," Said I "and bring up tea. I'll be back directly"
And then I left the room, I was trying to keep calm and not get angry my temper bothered Edgar, but Nelly's idiocy bothered me, ever since we were younger she didn't half get on my nerves with her blatant foolishness, me and Heathcliff had such a good time causing her trouble, "Heathcliff" I thought, how I missed him, It was all my fault that he left, if only I kept my stupid mouth shut, no matter how hard I tried to push the blame over to Nelly, it just couldn't be done I knew deep inside blaming the servant girl wouldn't take away my guilt and sorrow, he could have been anywhere, he could have been dead I just needed to see him to know he was okay I didn't even care if he hated me and refused to talk I just wanted to , I needed to gaze into those dark eyes once more, I stumbled down the stairs and cursed, I loved Thrushcross Grange deeply but it wasn't home, I didn't quite know where home even was, "Heathcliff" my mind told me again, yes home is where ever Heathcliff may be, I scrunched up my face and felt tears pour down my face tears that I had shed many times before, tears shed for Heathcliff, I had to force myself to stop when I had reached the door, and I paused for a moment to adjust my appearance, cleared my throat and leant to open the door.
"Was this house call so important you couldn't wait till day?" I said bitterly as I opened the door.
"I can leave if you wish Cathy." Said a familiar voice it was Heathcliff, I almost didn't recognise him the years had turned him even more handsome, and he had the muscles of a man who must have surely been in the armed forces.
"H-Heathcliff." I stuttered. "Be you an angel?" I asked whilst reaching towards him with my arm to see if he was solid.
"Cathy I am alive." He said in an amused tone.
"Surely you are a dream then." I said sadly my dreams were ever so cruel to me.
"Catherine Earnshaw, I am here, not a figment of your imagination." Said Heathcliff impatiently
"But if you were a figment of my imagination that is exactly what you would say, you would trick me and then I would believe you and then I would wake up and find that it was all a dream." I said sadly, as a reply he leant forwards and grabbed me into an amorous hug,
"See I'm all real." He whispered down my neck, and then I sighed and leant my head into him.
Heathcliff; my rock, my reason for being, me.
Thank you for reading it's kind of a short scene but and the grammar isn't exactly correct but you know it was hard to try this kind of thing, I usually do Harry potter fanfictions so this was rather a large change, please review and tell me how much you hate it and how I just spoilt a classic, or you know you could always say nice things about it.