Stockholm Syndrome

Ferris began to notice dark circles forming under his friends eyes, seeming to grow with every spaced meeting. That is - when Remy would agree to hang out with him and not just blow him off. The entire situation was weighing on his nerves. He didn't just want to lose his friend like this, yet no matter how much he tried to understand what was going on, he couldn't. And his friend continued to drift farther from his reach.

Remy's eyes wandered from the picture to Ferris, looking up at him. But the eye-contact was brief. "I forgot, I didn't tell you did I?" an awkward laugh escaped his lips as his hand rested on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly. He dropped his other hand to his side, still holding onto the sketchbook. "Ya see, I keep having these weird dreams..."

Ferris had thought that the dreams were nothing. Never would have imagined that there was something behind his friends peculiar behavior.

But it soon became apparent that there was more to those dreams than he had originally thought.

Especially when his friend crawled through his window at 3 a.m claiming to have found their friend.

The only catch-

Their friend had been dead for years.

//This story will have LGBTq+ themes, as well as dark themes.//