traumatized · drug addiction · hallucinations · touch aversion · self harm · neil · andrew minyard · dark romance · angsty · short stature
Months have bled into one another since Baltimore. Neil is gone—no sight, no sound. All the Foxes are convinced he was killed by his father. I've withdrawn completely, carving lines into my skin, chain-smoking, refusing every offer of help from Betty. I am broken, recoiling from the very idea of touch, a man playing the part of a widow. Neil, however, survived. He hides now on his uncle's orders, with execution waiting if he's discovered. Now, moving with practiced silence, he ascends to the dormitory rooftop and sees the blond figure sitting there.