I signed to my Facebook page once again. Welcome Catherine Earnshaw, you have 3 friend requests and ten online friends. Boring, except for the 3 friend requests; who wanted to be my friend. I glanced over the friends, until I found one name I hadn't seen in years.

"Heathcliff"

My heart sank into my chest as I heard that name travel upon the gentle breeze of the fields and into my bedroom window. It was late August when my heart finally found love. My life had been so empty for many years; burned, stabbed and scarred in every way possible. I hated being punished for crimes I had never committed. But seeing his name; a name I hadn't seen for sometime made me stop and feel relief.

"My sweet, Heathcliff."

Heathcliff and I were childhood friends, until I had to move away. My family had been relocated due to my father's death and my brother, Hindley Earnshaw who taken over my father's business. We were horse boarders; my father found horses to magnificent creatures and that they deserved the same amount care as humans did. Heathcliff was one of my father's horse-hands who helped tend to the horses and the business. Hindley found him a threat to the business and to me; but I loved him from the first moment I met him.

Hindley was always jealous of Heathcliff; he was stronger and my father treated him like he was his own son. Heathcliff had no family to speak of, but I considered a part of the family. He was sixteen when he came to work for my father and I was about fifteen, but we kept each other company. Hindley thought he would receive the business if Father were to die or something. And that was Father's plan; Hindley wasn't responsible enough to handle the business. He was always drunk or at parties getting in trouble and disgracing the name of Earnshaw.

Father had his will changed, giving Heathcliff the business and the land. I received a large portion of the business and land as well, but Hindley was left completely out of the will. But on my father's death bed (he was trampled by one of the horses and had a heart attack), Hindley forged Father's hand to change the will once again, leaving Heathcliff with nothing. I hated my brother, I wanted to kill him myself, but Father wouldn't have wanted that.

That was the night that Heathcliff was sent away and we were moved away from the moors of Wuthering Heights. Wuthering Heights was my home, and Heathcliff was my life, but Hindley said that this place and its people were a bad influence on me. I slapped as I cried and screamed for my dear sweet Heathcliff to rescue me from my nightmare. We relocated in London, far away from the moors and from Heathcliff. I left my brother in London, to leave in the Grange with Nelly, my nurse from when I was younger. She still visited Wuthering Heights which wasn't that far from the Grange, but I didn't.

I knew Heathcliff wouldn't be there and I would be alone with nothing to hold me and tell me of the imaginary world, that me and Heathcliff had created as young teens. We were inseparable, until that moment. I tried to drink away the pain and the stress of not seeing him, but I didn't work. I tried to be my brother and go to parties, but I would always see visions of Heathcliff there, waiting for me to come running into his arms. My heart would bleed every time I heard his name or even thought about him.

Many years pass and I was twenty now, an adult. I had done terrible things to make the pain dissipate and vanish, until I felt holy and empty inside. Nelly left me alone in my room some days when see went to Wuthering Heights. My days were numbered the day I left Wuthering Heights and I knew that. I could not live without my life; I could not live without my soul and Wuthering Heights and Heathcliff were both.

I clicked on his profile picture, taking me to his profile.

Information:

Name: Heathcliff (No Last Name)

Sex: Male

Birthday: September 5, 1985

Hometown: Yorkshire

Relationship Status: It's Complicated

City/Town: Wuthering Heights

Interested in: Women (only one)

Looking for: A Relationship

Favorites:

Quote: "I cannot live without my life; I cannot live without my soul."

Books: Anything with a great storyline and motive

Music: Classical, Easy Listening, Rock, Christian Music

Movies: Anything with a good storyline

TV Shows: None

Bio:

My name is Heathcliff, and I have been tormented my whole life, for the exception of my former boss, Mr. Earnshaw who treated me like a son. The one thing I ever loved was taken from me by a drunken monster that held nothing important but the liquor in his own hands. I hate that monster for taking my love and my soul away; I cannot live without her and shall die trying to find her.

Be Truthful- Are you happy with you life at this present time?

Not really, but I have a plan to make everything work out some day.

"Heathcliff" the name echoed through my soul. It rocked me back into reality. He had found me and wanted to me to find him. I accepted his friends request and his green bubble popped up; he was online. I was nervous about talking to him, but I wanted to so badly. I missed hearing his voice and hearing him speak words of poetry and romance; so I pulled up his chat box.

"Hello"

No answer.

"Hello? Heathcliff?"

"Cathy…"

My heart sank as I imagined him saying my name as he typed; so smooth like and tenderly as if his hands were caressing my skin. I felt all the air leave my body and return within a matter of moments. Nelly enter right then, and I began screaming for joy.

"What is the matter, Cathy?"

"It's him, its Heathcliff!" I shouted, rejoicing at his response. Nelly stood behind me, watching us chat and seeing our responses.

"My sweet Cathy, how are you?"

"I am well, and you?"

"Missing you terribly. I want to see you. Where are you?"

"I was in London, but I couldn't take it there. Took much chaos and drama. I left with Nelly and I'm with her now."

"You're here? At the Grange?"

"Yes, Heathcliff."

There was a moment of pause as the chat stayed silent for a couple of moments. Then he signed off, I began to cry. My soul fell back into darkness and decay as I lost connection to my Heathcliff. I wanted him here and I wanted to feel him surrounded me once again as he did so many years ago.

Suddenly me and Nelly jumped up and heard a knock at the door of our house. Nelly ran down stairs to the door and silence fell upon the house. No one spoke, nothing moved as soft footsteps climbed the staircase. There was a knock at my door; who could it be?