Dear darling Penelope

The ghost of her past

"Penelope" he whispered. Well, he didn't whisper. 

The wind did. The ghost that traced every step poor old Penelope made. 

 The trees shifted with the breeze that tingled on the back of Penelope's neck. The breeze made her shiver "Go away" she shouted, as she continued to run down that dark forest. 

"I don't need you now. I don't believe in you" her hair flew against her face as the wind traveled east. Well, east from where she was. 

 She continued to run, looking left and right as if she knew someone was watching her. Penelope was correct. Her steps soon became lighter and lighter, as her pace became slower and slower. "I know you missed me" hushed the ghost.

 "You said you didn't love me but I know that isn't true. You know that isn't true. So why run away?" His whisper became deadly, sharing her thoughts outside of her mind. Making her inner thoughts into a reality. 

 A reality, in which a ghost is chasing her to prove that she loves him. "Some reality I live in" she chuckled.

 "I know you, Penelope. You can't run away from me forever." Penelope came to an abrupt stop. With a hesitant realization, she figured it out. 

Penelope, that darling lover, understood. She missed him. The ghost. Those soft kind eyes never stopped looking at Penelope. The delicate voice that always leaving her questioning her existence. 

 And then, all of a sudden those soft kind eyes became pale. His voice changed. To a soft dead whisper. 

And Penelope was left all alone, very much alive. 

 She knew she had to stop listening to his voice, and hearing it all together. Penelope still loved him, and she knew she could never stop. 

Not now, and not in a million years.

 So she had to get him to stop loving her. 

 Penelope doesn't believe in ghosts. 

She believes in ghosts of her past.