Before the crash, you were Kyle's boyfriend. High school sweethearts if you will. You both went to college for the same thing - an Engineering degree. He knew you had some witch craft thing going on, but he didn't mind.

There was a huge party that happened that you and Kyle went to. You stayed, but Kyle left a little early, and the bus he was in crashed.

He died, and you asked your witch friends who were in the coven with you to help you revive him. It worked, but now he's a zombie and doesn't really remember anything, nor can he talk much, so you have to teach him.

The coven had to find out who the new supreme was, so you had to leave Kyle with your computer and headphones to watch YouTube videos and play learning games.

Something interrupted it, and you and the coven found out you guys were under attack. After an hour or so, you came back into your room, and Kyle immediately looked at you. He got up from the bed and hugged you tightly. He tried to kiss you, but you gently pushed him away and explained that you have to get him out of there.

He shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at you and opened his mouth to speak.

"...This.. Road.. Goes... Two.. Ways.." He whispers between shakey breaths.

"What does that mean, Kyle?" You ask as you tilt your head.

"I.. Love... You.." He says in the same whisper and between shakey breaths.