this is willow. she was an orphan. she cannot speak, now that she is a spirit. she wants to express herself, but she can't. she was 14 when she died she used to write in a small journal, always strangely in third person, about her life. she was a winged cat, but she barely ever showed her wings... she is talking to you now can you hear her? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walked into the ally, my tail sweeping over my back. i was alone at last. I hated being in crowds, with all those cats pressing against me. Suddenly i saw something sitting in the corner, with tears streaming from her eyes. I rushed over to her, afraid that she was hurt. I'M NOT HURT, I'M ALRIGHT words appeared out of the air, made out of dust. What? i thought. I AM A GHOST. the words said. HAVE YOU SEEN MY PARENTS? no, i haven't i thought. she could seem to read my thoughts. what happened to you? I FELL IN THE RIVER... the tears streamed farther down her face. i will help you, i promise. THANK YOU.
