Don't Let the Forest In

by C.G. Drews

“You could cut me open and devour everything that I am,” Thomas said, ragged and thin. “I would let you. I’d ask you to. But I have no idea what it means to you. What … what I mean to you.”

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR!

This was how they were, bones broken and mended crookedly, each entwined with the other. He thought maybe you could love someone so much you ruined them, and then you ruined yourself. “If you cut open my chest”—Andrew’s voice was wrecked—“you’ll find a garden of rot where my heart should be.” Thomas tilted his head up, and the way he looked at Andrew was so tender and fierce, so full of fearless worship. “I don’t care how dark the world is for you. I’ll hold out my hand until you find it, and I won’t let go.”

….and if I JUMP?! 😭😭😭 there’s no healing from this one, I fear!