“Why are you acting like this?” // Heathcliff to Meursault!
HURT FEELINGS || ACCEPTING
The funeral had been a disaster, screaming from Hindley's side and disdain on the other. It seemed no matter what he said Heathcliff's words didn't seem to reach anyone, and once the lightning began striking the house...words didn't matter anymore. Catherine had died; Meursault could tell even prior to Nelly's announcement, atmosphere thick with sadness among the tension. The other man's features were grim, teeth digging onto lower lip and hands curled into fists.
Before long did the other man finally speak, voice shaking as if on the verge of an outburst.
"I'm familiar with funerals," hand tucked into his pocket, other idly messing with his tie whilst in the darkness of the manor. "I assumed offering condolences would provide you comfort, but I see I was wrong."


















