nce seems to bring it about. Catherines relationship with Heathcliff is as mysterious and powerful as the storm, which is why she stands out in the downpour without giving a second thought to her wellbeing. Their relationship has always been wild; they spent much of their childhood running among the moors, where they were unrestricted and free to be themselves. Heathcliff has run off into these moors again, in the midst of the storm. The violent storm, complete with lightning fierce enough to split a tree, symbolizes the wrenching split of their intense bond. The day preceding and morning after Catherines death are surprisingly beautiful. On the day before she dies, the sun is shining and the sound of a flowing brook can be heard through her window. Though Catherine is near death, one good thing happens to her on that day Heathcliff comes to see her. Their reunion is bittersweet. He is anguished by her sickly appearance and riddled with guilt and despair, and she expresses fury at him that he abandoned her and that she is now dying because of it. But then they embrace, and nothing could possibly tear them apart. The two who were always in love and meant to be together finally are, unfortunately right before they will have to be torn apart for the final time. Very early the next morning, Catherine gives birth to Cathy and passes away two hours later. She dies appropriately in darkness, but the next mornings sunshine fills the house with a soft glow. Edgar and Heathcliff are distraught and quiet, but the reason for the sunshine is that Cathy has found peace at last. Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips wearing the expression of a smile, Nelly says. No angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared; and I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay (201). Catherines life had been filled with turmoil: the death of her father, Heathcliffs departure, marriage to someone she did not love, and long periods...
