He looked.
She smiled. It was the saddest, most terrible smile he'd ever seen.
"Whatever we have to."
"You're staring again," Leyley mumbled, not opening her eyes.
He didn't ask what she meant. He didn't have to. the coffin of andy and leyley
The demon in the vents watched them go. And for the first time in a long, long time, it smiled too.
The apartment had stopped smelling like death weeks ago. Now it just smelled like old tea, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of the preserves Leyley had been hoarding under her bed. He looked
"You're faking sleep again."