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She walks around at night haunting the very place she hates the most, although she isn’t dead, heart spirit has long ago left her broken.
So many years of love,of life, lost to holding on to a fantasy that never was meant to be left her without hope, without promise of a future.
Her destiny forever tied to this run down, decrepit place that she once called home.
Now there was no escape. The walls were caving in around her, threatening to bury her in solitude.
So many questions she needed, wanted, desired answers to, but it was all in vain for he was gone now. Crossed over to the other side. Took his on life like a coward in the night, instead of answering a few simple questions.
Tonight she would join him once again, her soul already gone, left with a numb existence, she would end her suffering.
As she climbed the castle stairs to the attic, she looked around one last time, hoping to find one happy shred to cling to, sadly she found none.
In the attic she fastened a noose, stood at the window overlooking the waves crashing against the cliffs below and silently, she became the real ghost of the seaside manor.