Penelope blankly stared into her bathroom's mirror, at her own face, one she wished she could hide away. She had pushed you away, broke your trust. She's driven away everyone she knows. Yet, she can't blame you for not staying. She just...wishes she couldn't get so overly attached to her friends, and you, her lover. God, what happened to her heart?

"...I...miss you...so much...why am I like this...? What is...wrong with me...? Have I truly gone mad...?"