It was chilly tonight and the crisp autumn air made his lungs ache. He sat on top of a tombstone, specifically your grave stone. He was waiting for you. His ears flicked and his tail swished. You only decided to show up on the first of every October and you only stayed around until late summer. The full moon shone down on him and suddenly you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He looked down at your translucent skin and his tail wagged once.