Benjyisthe91
In August, Andrew met the boy he'd been waiting for the kind of love that makes the world feel briefly forgiven.
By September, his friends began to die, one by one, and the air around him grew thick with secrets and rot.
By the end of the month, Andrew wasn't just afraid anymore he was running, bleeding, and learning how thin the line was between love and survival.
And by January, when the cold had settled into his bones and the nights no longer ended, Andrew would learn what true terror really meant.