On the floor lay Andrew’s notebook, a half-done story now blotted across the page in thick ink. Thomas reached for it, eating up the words with ravenous hunger. It was a tale about a boy who took a knife to his chest and carved himself open, his heart a raw and bloody and yearning thing beneath. It left off there, unfinished and macabre and compelling.
He hoped Andrew finished the story soon.
He wanted to know how it ended.

📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In