““What happened?” he asked softly, after a moment’s silence. Heathcliff lifted his head at the same time Rose did. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears. A piece of hay clung to her chin and stuck to her hair. She looked beautiful Achingly so. “You’re wet,” she said, her voice thick. She wasn’t impressed with his arrival, that much was clear. “I commanded the rain to stop before I left the house but it didn’t listen.” She didn’t smile at his poor attempt at humor. “Why the tears, Rosie?””
