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wuthering heights by Emily Brontë, written under her pen name Ellis Bell, is an epitome of a gothic novel. the atmosphere, metaphors, and symbols are all carefully presented in a way that can engulf the reader into the darkness of the book. it is melodramatic in the best way possible. wuthering heights will melancholically show you the subversive nature of “love” and how it bravely haunts the two souls it invaded forever. tragic, melodramatic, dark, and haunting. it is so easy to find yourself trapped inside the darkness when it comes to something as strong as love.

“you said i killed you, haunt me then. the murdered do haunt their murderers. i believe, i know that ghosts have wandered the earth. be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you!”

love isn’t a feeling. it’s the mixture of so many dense feelings all at once. that’s why it is so complicated. love breeds many more emotional complexities along with itself. it brings joy, hope, lust, vulnerability, disappointment. you get to know yourself once again when you are in love. it is so complex that people know themselves once again when they are in love. perhaps that’s why we don’t say “she loves” directly but we say “she is in love”. that preposition could never be this powerful. you are in love because it’s a state of mind. a strong one. a brutal one. a haunting one.

some stories cannot be surmounted by weak sentences. the story of Catherine and Heathcliff is one of those stories. Emily Brontë shook the hearts of the ones who would otherwise claim to have a strong stamina to such a dreary atmosphere. criticized by contemporaries, adapted to cinema with erotic takes in modern movies with Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi, Brontë keeps the ghost story of the Yorkshire moors mainstream.

love is haunting. every love story becomes a ghost story eventually. the pleasure that makes you feel like you are going to die in the beginning, ends up killing you. the stars you see in the eyes burn so bright that they turn you into ashes and dust. then a funeral is thrown for the undying love. if one is brave enough to be haunted, love is buried and blankets are thrown over its cold ghost. then the other one starts watering the flower beds on the grave with crocodile tears. but when she haunts you, you will feel the coldness of her heart, in your heart. when she calls for you, you will hear the echoes in your mind. her tears will be on your face. her blood will be in your hands. and when she finally hears your fearful steps following her, her ghost will ask for one last dance. every love ends up in a ghostly scene. grace is overrated when it comes to love. curses don’t work. freedom shakes your body every time her ghost passes through you. the wailing woman reigns your hills. your disquietude means nothing to her.

in the end, the every love story becomes a ghost story. and generally in the end, love takes the woman. the woman takes the man. because being soul bound is stronger than any desire. no spoilers for the movie.