The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley ●

He didn't ask what she meant. He didn't have to.

She crawled over to him, moving like smoke. Sat down so close their knees touched. "That's not a prophecy. That's just your brain being dramatic." She reached out and tapped his sternum with the flat of the blade. "You're not glass. You're the only solid thing in this whole rotten building."

The demon in the vents watched them go. And for the first time in a long, long time, it smiled too. the coffin of andy and leyley

Andy nodded. He always nodded.

Leyley set the knife down. For once, she didn't have a clever, cutting remark. She just took his hand and pressed it flat against her own chest, over her heart. It was beating too fast. He didn't ask what she meant

Behind them, the apartment sat hollow and patient, waiting for new ghosts.

That made her open her eyes. Two dark voids in a pale face. "Where would we go? The world out there put us in this box, Andy. This coffin of an apartment. Why would we leave?" Sat down so close their knees touched

"Because we're running out of food. Because the smell from the chute is starting to drift back up." He hesitated. "Because I had the dream again."