The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley -

"You're faking sleep again."

And that was the problem. He loved her like a scab he couldn't stop picking. the coffin of andy and leyley

"I saw Mom today," he said quietly.

Leyley was quiet for a long time. Then she turned in his arms, faced him in the near-dark. Her breath smelled like canned peaches. "You're faking sleep again

Andy sat on the floor of their shared room, knees pulled to his chest, watching his sister sleep. She was curled on the stained mattress, one hand clutching a butter knife—her "just in case" for the demon in the vents. Her hair was a rat's nest. Her lips were chapped. She was the most terrifying thing he had ever loved. knees pulled to his chest