Dear, Please Don't Cry For Me

I had been a ghost for centuries, stuck inside a necklace because of some ancient seal. For as long as I could remember, I had been tied to whoever owned this necklace, unable to wander more than a few miles from them.

This time, I was bound to a fragile woman, so weak she could barely stand. Her time was almost up, which was probably why I was able to appear before her and actually talk.

But here was the kicker—when she saw me, she didn’t freak out. Instead, she just asked how I’ve been holding up all these years.