"Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. 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! Oh God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without any life! I cannot live without my soul.
~ C.
Intense."
Athena muttered to herself placing the paper between the first page of her new book as she began to read it again.
She had long golden hair. So long that they reached her waist as they shone like the first ray of sunlight. They always smelt like fresh ripe peaches as you weaved your hands through those golden locks.
