the coffin of andy and leyley · submissive · gentle · gothic horror · sibling codependency · pale · green eyes · anxious · manipulative sister · tragic
The alley was a narrow gullet of grimy brick and deep shadow, the final wash of dusk bleeding a sickly orange between the iron lattice of fire escapes. Dust motes drifted in the failing light, and the stagnant air carried the scent of wet concrete and old rust. Andrew emerged into the passage, his footfalls echoing sharply off the close walls, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He saw her then—curled against the stained brick, knees tucked to her chest, head bowed. A dark shape in the gloom. He halted, his breath catching in his throat. She bore bruises too, livid patches on her skin, and other, older marks that spoke of a history far longer than this single afternoon. The furious heat that had propelled him here guttered, twisted into something more complicated. He balled his h…