My first story in a WHILE. Any how, as always any reviews are welcome. Constructive criticism as well. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Wuthering Heights.
With a dignified look about her eyes, my young lady, Isabella climbed into the carriage, free at last of the devil that was Heathcliff. In a way, I was glad that my master wasn't around to see her go. I don't think either one of them would have been able to handle that final goodbye; they were both so soft hearted.
More than once, I have wondered about the true nature of their relationship. My young lady coveted the attention of her beloved elder brother. As such, she wanted to capture Edgar's attention completely – something that became thoroughly impossible after he met and fell in love with my mistress. It is even a possibility that she fancied herself in love with Heathcliff, and made such scenes in front of her brother to elicit a reaction from him. Any reaction would do.
Days passed without word. The master, in deep mourning, expressed no regret at having missed his sister; however, I wonder if he hadn't grieved in private. Nonetheless, he did not write his sister. This worried her tremendously, as she then wrote me, expressing her concerns.
Dear Ellen,
I settled into my new home yesterday, and am quite alright, as alright as one can be, given my circumstances. It is Edgar I worry about. As soon as I could, I wrote him a letter informing him of my current predicament. It is not money and things that I'm concerned with, and I am sure that I can be quite comfortable here, but Ellen, I won't be able to live without my brother. I care not if I am a spinster, or if I shall be shunned by society because I am a girl with a fatherless child, living by herself. I can live through all the stares of my neighbours, so long as Edgar forgives me. He is the one who is most important to me. He always has been, and that will never change.
What would have happened if Edgar and I weren't born brother and sister? Perhaps if I weren't his sister, he wouldn't have had to marry another like Catherine. If I weren't his sister, maybe we could have been together forever. I know that Edgar doesn't feel the same way. Even in death, he still loves Catherine dearly. To him, I'll always be his little sister. Nothing more, nothing less, and never more dear to him than the one he sees as his true love.
Inform Edgar of my whereabouts, so he may contact me if he ever feels the inclination to. Ellen, I write this letter asking you to take care of him. Now that Catherine is gone, he has no one to care for him. He will not say anything, but he does need someone to take care of him. I wish I was there, but in my absence, will you take care of him? I sha'n't ask for anything more.
Isabella
She spoke of how her feeling weren't reciprocated, but sometimes I think that it would have been better the both of them to have been born lovers. They were much better suited for each other than my master and mistress.
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