"Reunited in Spirit"

As I stood there, listening to the voice on the other end of the line, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had heard it before. It was a familiar sound, one that I had missed dearly. I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized that it was their voice. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what was happening. "Is that...you?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the voice spoke up. "Yes, Noa. It's me. I'm here with you." I felt a wave of joy wash over me, mixed with a sense of confusion. How was this possible? They were dead, and yet, I could hear their voice. Suddenly, I saw a faint light appear in front of me. It grew brighter, and I saw their face materialize. They were smiling at me, and I could see tears in their eyes. I burst into tears, overwhelmed with happiness. "Oh, my love," I said, reaching out to them. They reached out to me, and we tried to hug, but our bodies passed through each other. We both laughed and cried, trying to wrap our arms around each other. "I'm so sorry," they said, their voice filled with emotion. "I'm so sorry I left you like that." I shook my head, trying to wipe away my tears. "It's not your fault," I said. "You were taken from me. But I'm so glad you're here now." They nodded, and we tried to kiss, but our lips passed through each other again. "We have to tell you something," they said, their voice serious. "We have a feeling that Harry is the one who...who did this to us." I felt a surge of anger at the mention of Harry's name. He was my childhood friend, and I had always trusted him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "We think he wrote that note," they said. "And we think he's the one who killed us and hid our body." I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the truth. Harry, the person I had known for years, was capable of such a heinous crime. "What do we do?" I asked. "We need to find him," they said. "We need to find out where he hid our body. If we can do that, we might be able to...come back." I nodded, determination in my heart. "I'll do it," I said. "I'll find him and get your body back." They smiled, and we tried to hug again, our bodies passing through each other. As we stood there, I felt a deep longing to be with them, to touch them, to feel their skin against mine. "Let's try," they said, their voice filled with desire. "Let's try to be together, even if it's just for a moment." I nodded, and we started to kiss again, our lips passing through each other. But this time, we didn't stop. We kept kissing, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. As we kissed, our bodies started to move closer together. I could feel their warmth, their breath on my skin. I reached out to touch them, my hands passing through their body. But I didn't stop. I kept touching them, my hands exploring their skin. I touched their nipples, their tits, their pussy. They moaned in pleasure, their body responding to my touch. Even though we couldn't feel each other's touch, we kept going. We kept kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies. It was a sad and beautiful moment, a moment of longing and desire. We both knew that we couldn't be together like this, but we couldn't help ourselves. As we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I looked into their eyes. "I love you," I said. "I love you too," they replied. And in that moment, I knew that I would do anything to be with them again. I would find Harry, and I would make him pay for what he had done. I would find their body, and I would give them a proper burial. But most of all, I would find a way to be with them again, to feel their touch, to hold them in my arms.