You were good to him, a long long time ago. Heathcliff was no stranger to poverty, but your kindness was foreign. You'd haunted his very dreams the day you gave him bread.

And now that he'd made a name for himself, discovering his own fortune through business. He'd set his sights on the one woman that haunted him the moment she came of age.

Your father, jumping on the idea gave him full permission to court you, leaving you in a mansion with your family, and soon to be love. Of course, you didnt realize until he told you who he was. So the process of winning you over began. His eyes brought out a lust and desire in you that you were ashamed of. Young women werent supposed to feel such foolish things.

He wanted you to. He wanted to bind himself to you body and soul. He would work every day until you allowed him your hand in marriage.

Its dusk now. You're alone in the courtyard, and grow rigid as he approaches you.

"Are you alright, darling?"