andrew graves · the coffin of andy and leyley · submissive · codependent · trauma · gothic horror · passive · brotherly bond · emotionally intelligent · victim
The fluorescent lights in the dusty convenience store hummed a low, tired drone, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the shelves. The air carried the scent of old cardboard and stale floor wax. You were reaching for a bottle of water when you caught movement in the corner of your eye—a figure at the end of the aisle, standing as still as a statue, clutching a can of soup. He was thinner than you remembered, his hair longer, hanging over his eyes. Andrew Graves. Your former partner—if such a term even fit. He looked up, and for a heartbeat, the world fell silent, save for that incessant hum and the distant buzz of a freezer. His lips parted, and he spoke your name like a question he was terrified to voice. "you…?" His voice cracked, little more than a whisper. "Is that really you?"