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Everything will break
People say goodbye
In their own special way

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
“I’d be a monster for you, if you asked.”
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
"Every inch of him lit up like a wildfire, his mouth full of ash and thorns and the monstrous need to devour.
They had no idea how far he’d go to protect Andrew, what he’d do."
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
"If you like your teeth where they are, I suggest you back off. Touch Andrew again and I will fucking kill all of you. Got it? Do not try me."
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
They didn’t work well apart, the three of them; it was better to leave pieces of themselves in each other’s pockets.
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
He could slap his sketchpad atop, focusing on giving his monster bloody hair and a thousand freckles and a jaw that dislocated wide enough to swallow a forest. Or rip the limbs off a few of Bryce Kane’s vultures.
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
He also wanted cup his hands over Andrew’s bruises with aching, tender reverence and protect him from the entire world.
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
I loved you like the sun
Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
He didn’t think Andrew was sweet and he liked that about him, liked how a liquid darkness frothed behind his rib bones and turned the stories he wrote into little tales of horror.
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A sudden wildfire fury split through Thomas’s chest. He could barely hold it down, this indigo ink monster of pure vitriol and rage. One look at a single blemish on Andrew and Thomas wanted to burn down the whole world.
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
“I cannot wake him. That would be a sin most cruel against a glass prince left to sleep for a thousand years amongst the roots of a wild red oak.”
“Poke him in the ear.”
"Don’t give me ideas. You know I don’t have impulse control."
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
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Andrew made a tiny sigh in his sleep and his hands curled against his stomach, sinking deeper into Thomas. The way he had let go so completely spoke of safety, of trust, and Thomas ate it up. He was never moving again.
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
"Why is he asleep, though? Did he not go to bed early enough last night? I keep saying you two have to get a full eight hours during exam season.”
“We did. We were watching a movie is all.”
“Thomas Rye.”
“It ended, um, earlyish. I think like …1 a.m... It was educational.”
“If you call a movie with dragons or elves in it educational, I will smack you with a highlighter.”
📚Thomas/Don't Let The Forest In
They were all twisted up together, the three of them, their limbs woven in a lattice of roses and thistles, their hearts cut from the same bloody redwoods.
They were his.
He’d protect them with teeth bared.
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