"Evening, Jackal."

"...!"

I met a a woman in the middle of the night--she was a ghost, similar to those you'd see in anime with sombre atmospheres and good looks.

"Forgive my appearance," she whispered. "This isn't intentional."

"What are you doing in my apartment?"

"Oh," she uttered. "Where to begin..."

We started a conservation that took a lot of surprising twists and turns.

I learnt about how she died and she found out about my darkest secret--something no one else would ever dicover.

It was very easy to talk to her.

Since that night all I could think about was her. Nothing else mattered anymore.

"Am I your purpose, Jackal?"

"Yes."

She gave her signature smirk. "Then prove it to me." 

And so I cut ties with everyone, quit my job and got hitched with the love of my life. 

It was easy for her to move; her baggage was metaphorical.

Later that evening we spent our first night together. We couldn't physically touch so the only way around it was to watch each other as we mastur-

Uhm, maybe I don't need to explain that.

But...

Only then did I realize how important touch was for me.

I wanted to hold her tightly, kiss her and bite her (cold?) lips voraciously--smell the soap in her hair and feel her fingers smacking me against the back of my head.

This physical barrier was killing me!

"Then why don't you kill yourself?" She asked, casually.

"If we're both dead, then we'll always be in contact with one another."