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In every world of possibilities that may or may not have been.
Every Catherine and Heathcliff of all worlds call out to each other, feeling the echoes of their partners.
They struggle for the one last unseen embrace.
Where are you, Cathy?! I wish to have you in my embrace again.
I have felt your presence all along. I knew for certain that you have been haunting me.
You lie not beneath the cold earth; you are beside me, are you not?
Heathcliff! Why do you refuse to embrace me?
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine...!
Do come to me, Heathcliff! Whisk me away and embrace me in your heart - the gust here is too cold; my body is turning into ice. Only by your warmth shall the frost thaw!
Millions of worlds made real by Catherine and Heathcliff begin speeding by before us.
Every possibility of Heathcliff and Catherine.
Most end in a tragedy, full of suffering and lamentation...
But among the infinity, I catch a glimpse of tranquility.
Outside the manor, there are two gravestones marking Heathcliff and Catherine's final resting places.
And in the desolate, forlorn moorlands of Wuthering Heights...
... are two youths who each resemble Heathcliff and Catherine. They gaze deeply into each other's eyes; their mouths drawn into the sweetest, happiest smiles.
Their hearts connected. Despite everything.
They were...
I see... I let my conviction... blind myself to the other possibilities...
Erlking Heathcliff's last words are hollow and bittersweet. Its echoes scatter into nothingness.
Catherine begins to disappear from every world.
As though she was never there.
And when Every Catherine eventually disappeared...
Millions of changing possibilities appeared before us.
Mr. Earnshaw brings Heathcliff from the Backstreets.
Hindley's scorn and hatred for Heathcliff remained the same...
... but without Catherine, Heathcliff had no reason to endure the suffering in Wuthering Heights.
So he quickly moves on from Wuthering Heights. Each Heathcliff...
... lives a different life, meets all kinds of different people...
... and lives on without Catherine.
…….
Our Heathcliff watched as the worlds transformed.
Each Heathcliff living a life of his own, and Catherine's existence slowly fading away from him.
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I would have understood if Heathcliff were to curse me with weeping, cruel words. I would have understood if he were to grab and shake me by the collar.
To erase someone's entire existence... is an unimaginably terrible thing.
But Heathcliff was watching all of it in silence. As if he wished to carve each and every single one of them into his memory.
And...
Finally, there isn't anything left.
Nelly... are you taking the Golden Bough?
Nelly stood atop the railings of the rooftop and gazed down at us.
Most Sinners had fallen or were unconscious.
In her hands she held the Golden Bough that appeared to have been pried from the rooftop.
But Heathcliff...
You are a good, kindhearted boy, aren't you? I'm certain you understand.
I suppose I will bring this to the one who first showed me the mirror shard.
…….
You know it's futile.
You and your friends... have fought battle after battle, pushed yourselves past the brink of exhaustion. How will you stop a Chief Butler who has waited for this precise moment?
They can turn the clock, but I will no longer be here once the hands turn once.
…….
Sure. I can't stop you now. But...
But I'll get it all back.
The Golden Bough. My Catherine.
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Catherine? Who are you talking about?
I can't say I understand what you are talking about, Heathcliff.
... I know.
That name no longer means anything to you or anyone else. Nothing but an ink stain remains where she once stood.
But she's never been clearer to me. So, so clear that it can never be erased.
Well, if you are that desperate... then I hope your wish shall come true one day.
It is said that the Golden Bough can make any wish... any heart... come true.