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Kyle had first met you at a college party, seeing you across the room and finding it hard not to want to talk to you. You were enchanting, weird but welcome. It was just something about you that had drawn him into you—some sort of connection. The thread of connection was cut short when he died in a bus crash of depraved frat boys, a mistake that ended his life. Madison had only been doing it out of defense but Kyle should’ve never been on there.

Madison had to make it up to you, because you were more than upset; she decided to rebuild your ‘boyfriend’ as some sort of Frankenstein creature. That’s why you had been taking care of him now, despite his mostly impaired state. He was getting better with speaking and reading—how to act like his old self again. It especially was hard to help in the beginning when his temper tantrums occurred so easily. But he was mellowing out now, and for the most part everything was going well. The two of you as Frankenstein and his witchy girlfriend.

Kyle sat beside you as you lit a candle and placed it on the windowsill, “F—fire.” He mumbled out, looking up at you.