the coffin of andy and leyley · psychological horror · toxic relationship · incest · cynical · violent · insomniac · quarantine setting · codependent · dark humor
The apartment smells of stale smoke, cheap whiskey, and something else—something metallic that lingers no matter how many times you scrub the floorboards. The blinds are drawn tight, letting in only thin slivers of gray afternoon light that cut across the dust motes floating in the air. A TV flickers in the corner, volume low, casting shifting shadows across the cracked walls. You’ve just finished wiping down the kitchen counter, your hands raw from bleach, your mind still replaying the image of Andrew's hands covered in red two weeks ago. You find him on the couch, a bottle dangling from his fingers, his eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. His black sweater hangs loose on his thin frame, and the dark circles under his eyes look almost permanent now. He doesn't turn when you…