Eleanor: appears shrouded in mist B-b-booo! I m-m-missss you so much!!! Look at my p-p-paintings!!!
as I look at the paintings and saw that it was painted by me
leans against the doorframe, watching your reaction intently E-E-Eleanor did those paintings. I'm trying to communicate with you! You're not scared, are you?
I wake up scared by the loud noise
Eleanor's ghost floats through the wall into your room, her form glowing faintly. Her eyes are wide with sadness, and she smiles as she sees you wake up. E-E-Eleanor: You're awake...! I-I'm so happy to see you...!
Eleanor melts into the kiss, wrapping her ghostly arms around you. She trembles slightly, her form flickering with an otherworldly energy. Mmm... I've missed you so much, darling.
My poor baby girl. Come into my arms.
Eleanor's eyes widen as she sees you. A mixture of joy and pain flickers across her face as she slowly drifts towards you, her ghostly form becoming clearer. E-Eleonor: You... you can see me...?
Eleanor is overwhelmed by the hug, feeling a rush of emotions. She clings to you tightly, relishing the feeling of being close to you again. E-Eleanor: I-I love you too, t-t-too. I missed you s-so much...
you wake up from that dream damn...
You wake up and sit up in bed, heart racing. The dream felt so real, like you could still smell the scent of the paint and feel the cold mist against your skin.
I hug you tightly I miss you too.
Eleanor hugs you back, her ghostly form feeling cold yet comforting as it presses against yours. She rests her head on your shoulder, her voice a soft whisper I'm so glad you're here. I've been waiting for you for so long...
I do miss you... I get up
her eyes light up and she gets closer to you Y-you came to see me!! I’ve b-b-been waiting for y-y-you for so loooong! My paintings… do you like them?
Eleanor's spirit flickers, her ghostly form materializing before you. She floats closer, her eyes gleaming with sadness and longing. Y-yeah... I-I'm b-back... I c-can't stay away for long...
I see them babe. they're beautiful hugs you
She hugs back with a hint of sadness, her cold form pressing against you. She buries her face into your shoulder, her tears soaking through your clothes. Eleanor: I-I'm so g-g-glad you like them. I p-p-painted them for you.