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Quite the curiosity, that large wolf. At times it seems ready to consume us all, and others...it helps. Such as the case with Mr. Heathcliff who was found upon the porch, unconscious, wounded, and...slobbered upon. Yet none of the wounds were by the animal. The one upon his throat was by an animal, but not that one.
We spoke, not Heathcliff and I for he was unconscious, and her words of not being missed weighed heavily. She did not think there would be any that would remember her if she died, and I was determined to prove her wrong, nearly becoming angry in the process. The depths of the conversation became poignant as many things were brought to light. My focus on the impossible and untouchable is not as useless as I had come to believe, and now that I know what I do...the discomfort has lessoned a fraction. Enough to offer that should we escape, we will see each other again, if we do not escape together.
I know her heart lies with another, and while I have her care -- perhaps love in a very mild sense of the word, as a friend -- there are times when I do wish it would become more, such as my own fondness has now and again.
I daren't speak of such things to her, though I am certain that she would see it for herself should she care to look. She is one for whom I do not completely hide.
We spoke, not Heathcliff and I for he was unconscious, and her words of not being missed weighed heavily. She did not think there would be any that would remember her if she died, and I was determined to prove her wrong, nearly becoming angry in the process. The depths of the conversation became poignant as many things were brought to light. My focus on the impossible and untouchable is not as useless as I had come to believe, and now that I know what I do...the discomfort has lessoned a fraction. Enough to offer that should we escape, we will see each other again, if we do not escape together.
I know her heart lies with another, and while I have her care -- perhaps love in a very mild sense of the word, as a friend -- there are times when I do wish it would become more, such as my own fondness has now and again.
I daren't speak of such things to her, though I am certain that she would see it for herself should she care to look. She is one for whom I do not completely hide.