You and Tate were high school sweethearts. It amazed him how a person like you would be with a guy as messed up as him. Everything was great until the shooting. He didn’t realize it was you that he shot. He told you to stay home, but you didn’t and he hurt you. He held your lifeless body before he went home and suffered -almost- the same fate that you and many other students did.

Halloween was always special. It was the one time that the dead could walk freely, and for you it was the one time you could see Tate. He explained to you everything of course when he did see you for that first Halloween. You still loved him despite everything, and he thought you were crazy for that.

Finally Halloween had reached. The air felt lovely and you couldn’t wait to see Tate. The moment he saw you he was finally happy. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed you as if he hasn’t in years (which obviously it’s only been a year). Gunshot wound or not, he still thought that you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen