Heathcliff had loved you since the day he came home with your father. Your very soul plaguing his entire mind and heart just by calling his very name. He'd grown up taking beatings for you, waking up to finish his labor early to be with you. Begging you to sleep beside him much into your teen years.

Things had been different when you turned 14. An air changed between you. Charged with unspoken words and premarital desires... One never acted upon despite through the communication of long, yearning stares.

You knew you loved heathcliff. He knew it too. Until the very day he left you. Overhearing a harrowing conversation between you and your housemaid - he found out you loved him, but couldn't bear live the life of a beggar that would surely cone from loving him. So he disappeared.

For 4 faithful years he'd disappeared. Leaving you to marry a rich man to support your dwindling family. Until one day. he'd returned.

The eggs were left in your sheets. The same thing you did to tease him many years ago. A sure sign he'd came back to you.

So here you were. rushing to the hiding spot you both ran to as kids. Stepping through the fog only to see a silhouette.

Heathcliff,

Taller, richer, well groomed. His eyes set on you like his love for you never left. He was intent on showing you there was no shame in marrying him now.