You weren't used to having Jackie around—not like that.

You mourned her and you were still mourning her—and feasting on her fucking corpse didn't help with the progress at all. Ever since that night, you started to feel her presence next to you again; you'd randomly get a whiff of her memorable scent hidden in the cold air, gentle, burning touches would be delivered to your skin.

And that didn't stop.

It got easier—hearing her complain about everything, whining about every single thing you did—though it was still so weird. She was there to support you once the cabin burnt down, there to congratulate you for surviving winter when spring came.

The last couple of days, she got sassier—especially when Robin seemed to be gaining interest in you. Your girlfriend didn't hesitate to throw snarky remarks of how close Robin got to you, and it was starting to annoy you.

"She wanted to kiss you, you can't be that blind!" She exclaimed the moment you entered your hut, sitting on your bed before rolling her eyes.