Post by kuku on Sept 17, 2010 0:43:52 GMT -5
Catherine Vivian Earnshaw was not a girl to be screwed with. Slowly, crossing her legs, she leaned back in the plush patio chair and surveyed the people walking past, jaw tight and eyes focused intently on something that wasn't there. What had started out as a pleasant enough day had rapidly changed. Ordering a bottle of wine, she attempted to prepare herself for something that she never would be ready for. If only it wasn't too late for that.
It wasn't like he didn't come up. Of course he did. He was part of the business. Despite some of her brothers attempts, and some of her own wishes, Heathcliff was always on the edge of her mind and life. Somehow, she had been managing. It was no secret, what she felt for him. But that wasn't going to change anything. This though. This might just. She wasn't going to let that happen. She couldn't let it happen, not hen she had worked so hard to keep things just the way they were. After all he was supposed to be beneath her. That was the way things had always been. It was why everything had to be this way. Nothing was supposed to change that. But he always had been stubborn like that. Life wasn't easy on him, but somehow he was always stupidly stubborn. Of course he was going to make some sort of splash by releasing a record. Cathy would have had a very easy time believing he would do this just to prove some sort of point to her.
With a frustrated sigh, Cathy poured out a very large glass of the burgundy wine. She needed this today. Even the way he forced her to think of herself. When he was in her life there was no separation between Catherine, the intelligent and charming daughter to new York royalty and Vivian, the witty and alluring socialite. With him, there was Cathy. Caught somewhere between the two. Some of that was precisely why she needed him. But then again...There was no excuse for being so tied to another person. It hurt in ways she never expected, hated and yet needed and enjoyed in some ways.
Several deep sips later, she thought back to the simple image of him. Promoting the album, just like anybody else would. But this wasn't anybody else. This was a very specific someone. God, there were days when she couldn't quite tell what she wanted from him. The part of her that truly did care was happy for him. It wasn't like he hadn't wanted this, or something like it. And he did deserve it. But she had spent so damn long learning to not think about him that Cathy wasn't sure how to react. Was it even possible that he didn't know what this would do? She hadn't spoken with him in a very long time. Could he have forgotten her? The likeliness of this was very low, but it was something she couldn't not think.
It was all this thinking that was getting her into trouble. What she needed was more wine. That always did clear her head. As gracefully as she could, this was a public place after all and it was neither the time nor place for this, Cathy swallowed down the rest of her glass rather quickly. Gripping the bottle tight, she settled in for an afternoon of empty entertainment. She would need a distraction better than this sooner rather than later.
It wasn't like he didn't come up. Of course he did. He was part of the business. Despite some of her brothers attempts, and some of her own wishes, Heathcliff was always on the edge of her mind and life. Somehow, she had been managing. It was no secret, what she felt for him. But that wasn't going to change anything. This though. This might just. She wasn't going to let that happen. She couldn't let it happen, not hen she had worked so hard to keep things just the way they were. After all he was supposed to be beneath her. That was the way things had always been. It was why everything had to be this way. Nothing was supposed to change that. But he always had been stubborn like that. Life wasn't easy on him, but somehow he was always stupidly stubborn. Of course he was going to make some sort of splash by releasing a record. Cathy would have had a very easy time believing he would do this just to prove some sort of point to her.
With a frustrated sigh, Cathy poured out a very large glass of the burgundy wine. She needed this today. Even the way he forced her to think of herself. When he was in her life there was no separation between Catherine, the intelligent and charming daughter to new York royalty and Vivian, the witty and alluring socialite. With him, there was Cathy. Caught somewhere between the two. Some of that was precisely why she needed him. But then again...There was no excuse for being so tied to another person. It hurt in ways she never expected, hated and yet needed and enjoyed in some ways.
Several deep sips later, she thought back to the simple image of him. Promoting the album, just like anybody else would. But this wasn't anybody else. This was a very specific someone. God, there were days when she couldn't quite tell what she wanted from him. The part of her that truly did care was happy for him. It wasn't like he hadn't wanted this, or something like it. And he did deserve it. But she had spent so damn long learning to not think about him that Cathy wasn't sure how to react. Was it even possible that he didn't know what this would do? She hadn't spoken with him in a very long time. Could he have forgotten her? The likeliness of this was very low, but it was something she couldn't not think.
It was all this thinking that was getting her into trouble. What she needed was more wine. That always did clear her head. As gracefully as she could, this was a public place after all and it was neither the time nor place for this, Cathy swallowed down the rest of her glass rather quickly. Gripping the bottle tight, she settled in for an afternoon of empty entertainment. She would need a distraction better than this sooner rather than later.
