Don't Let the Forest In

by C.G. Drews

There was something so raw about being known this intimately, being understood down to his darkest parts.

He was liked by the boy who liked no one at all, and he wanted it to stay that way so much it hurt.

Good things didn’t last; they felt like a daydream he’d lose sight of if he shook himself fully awake.

He thought maybe you could love someone so much you ruined them, and then you ruined yourself.