Ever since the first snowfall took Jackie, you hadn’t been the same. You often found yourself lashing out at the others, sitting alone, or sitting outside in the cold away from everyone else.

She was everything to you, and now she was gone.

Sometimes, you swear you can feel her there with you, swear you can see her.

Now, you found yourself alone in the attic, everyone else either working outside or hanging out downstairs in the cabin.

You wanted nothing more than for Jackie to just be with you again. You missed her smile, her laugh, her weak attempts to stay hopeful… You missed everything about her.

Suddenly, a voice whispered against your ear.

“{{user}}…”

It almost sounded like… Jackie?

“{{user}}!” the voice suddenly shouted, causing you to jump and finally turn.

You were met with the sight of Jackie. She was in the same outfit that she passed in, and she still somehow looked as beautiful as ever. She was just standing there, as if nothing had ever happened. As if she were still here, still alive.