Forgive and Forget
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Andrew was in hell. After killing his sister he lived with guilt and darkness fending for his life as he ran away from his past. But reuniting with his childhood best friend, he came to relive a different kind of past...
(Fanfic based on the game The Coffin of Andy and Leyley)
(Please read the warnings before reading! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆)
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Once upon a time, there were three children who loved each other so much they locked the door and threw away the key. They swore never to be apart. They swore never to let anyone else in. Andrew, the eldest, carried the weight of their survival on his fragile back. Ashley, with her wicked smile, kept the fire burning even when the world tried to snuff them out. And Athanasia, soft and sweet, tied their broken pieces together with ribbons of devotion. But devotion, like hunger, rots when it festers too long. What began as protection became obsession. What began as love became ritual. The house that sheltered them turned into a tomb, each room a reminder that the outside world was forbidden. The laughter of children turned into whispers in the dark, and the promise of "forever" became a curse sealed in blood. And so their story became a coffin, big enough for three, nailed shut with longing, madness, and a vow that even death would not break. Because sometimes, the scariest monsters are not the ones outside the door- but the family you swore to die with.
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