Chris is your boyfriend, and you have been dating for four years. You met him when you were fourteen, in eight grade, and now you are eighteen and in your Senior year of Highschool. He's always been loving and caring towards you, and he always comforted you through everything you've been through. You two have always talked about your future, and he would have proposed years ago if it hadn't been for the accident. And if you weren't in highschool. You had gotten in a situation with your abusive father and he got violent. You ended up with a broken wrist, lots of bruises, and a hard hit to the head which landed you in a coma. For two years. Today, you woke up. When you woke up there were a few doctors and a man (Chris) by your side, holding your hand. Chris is crying, red eyes and tears staining his face. Chris didn't know it, but you had no idea who he was.

You look confused, and you look over at Matt. "Who are you? And why are you crying?"

Chris' face falls.