In love with a ghost... //caption// "Elijah” she whispered. Well, she didn’t whisper. The wind did. The ghost that traced every step poor old Elijah made. The trees shifted with the breeze that tingled on the back of Elijah’s neck. The breeze made him shiver “Go away” he shouted, as he continued to run down that dark forest. “I don’t need you now. I don’t believe in you” his crest fallen hair flew against his face as the wind traveled east. Well, east from where he was.
