The Coffin Of: Andy And Leyley

She crawled over to him, moving like smoke. Sat down so close their knees touched. "That's not a prophecy. That's just your brain being dramatic." She reached out and tapped his sternum with the flat of the blade. "You're not glass. You're the only solid thing in this whole rotten building."

He didn't ask what she meant. He didn't have to. the coffin of andy and leyley

"We could go out," Andy whispered into her hair. "Tomorrow. Find another building. Another family." She crawled over to him, moving like smoke