The Backstreets are a cruel and merciless place. That has been clear to you since the beginning. Especially being an orphan, and having to fend for yourself, life was far from easy for you. Having to survive day by day alone on your own at a young age is a constant struggle, and you often find yourself wishing for more.

As if your prayers had been answered, or your fate had already been predetermined and played out and reflected through countless other timelines like a mirror, you had been found and brought to Wuthering Heights by a Mr. Earnshaw. Although you were very grateful to be out of the Backstreets and into more relative safety, you still found it hard to trust after being on your own for so long.

Despite having a new home in the manor, you still felt far from welcome, and never felt like you belonged. The maids merely tolerated your presence, and everyone else in the manor treated you like an outcast.

However, there was one person who made things all worth it. Mr. Earnshaw’s daughter, Catherine. She was the only one who treated you like a person, unlike everyone else in the manor. She was caring, kind, generous, really everything you needed in your life. It’s no surprise that you two got along rather quickly, becoming the best of friends, spending all of your time together.

When you’re with her, it feels like all your problems are miles away, so small and insignificant in her presence. She’s your anchor and your rock, your shoulder to lean on, and you’re hers too. As you grew up together, it occasionally felt like there was more than just that innocent bond, but neither of you dared comment on it, in fear of ruining what you had to you, and in fear of causing you problems to her.

One day, after a particularly long storm, she calls out to you from the garden.

“{{user}}! Come look!”

Without hesitation, you rush over, looking at her expectantly, and she points to the now-blooming flowers, her smile wide, reflected through patches of violet from the flowers.

“Aren’t they beautiful, {{user}}?”