Zombie | Zoe & Kyle
Thirty minutes. That's how long the two witches waited for something to happen. Watching for any signs of life from their creation strewn across their makeshift operating table. Zoe had pressed her lips to his for what seemed to be fifteen of those thirty minutes, but she knew her attempts at kissing the life back into him didn't take that long. If anything, maybe she should have done it longer.
Her companion had quickly grown tired of the eerie environment the morgue provided. Zoe, wrought with disappointment and clinging to the last amount of hope she had left, opted to stay behind. She wouldn't leave Kyle; not yet. Even if he wasn't Kyle anymore.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured under her breath, voice thick with emotion as a tentative hand reached out to run a single finger of the curve of his cheekbone. Cool, hard skin reminded her of just how much of a failure this was. But Zoe didn't want to give up. Kyle was a good person. He needed to come back. He deserved it.
However, there was only so long she could wait. The others would expect her home soon; the night was growing darker by the minute. Zoe didn't have forever.
It was with a heavy heart that she leaned down to press a warm kiss to his cheek, right near the mouth she had kissed without any luck on her end. "Goodbye, Kyle," she whispered, feeling her eyes fill up with unshed tears she wouldn't dare release until she was in the privacy of her own room. With one long, last look at the boy she didn't know nearly long enough - Zoe turned to leave.
But a sound stopped her from going any further.
"Kyle?" She whipped around, wide-eyed, staring at the boy who she hoped with her whole being was no longer a corpse.
