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.
Cathyâ€¦ 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 meâ€¦ 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
"â€¦ Catherine," I commenced halfheartedly, "There is something you must
know." I strived to remain well, comprehendible and fresh as I
continued to reveal the story. "I assume you have acquainted with
Heathcliff. Heathclif, the gentleman whom your mother had spent her
youth with. The man whom your mother had fallen in love withâ€¦ yet
never pursued. Cathy, there are many absurd difficulties to
understand, but promise meâ€¦ bear your heart to me that you will one
day learn of the troubles of the past that haunt us till today." I
silenced, yet struggled to persist, "Thisâ€¦ is terribly thorny for
myself to confess, but I feel thatâ€¦ she may have only wedded me for
security." My stare shifted from the Young Catherine to the
windowpane, and I shook myself out of the cold, storminess of my soul