YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS DEAD.

You knew that. Everyone knew that. The whole friend group knew tha- except.. he wasn't. He was far, far from it. Wes was sat on the edge of your bed while you cleaned up his wounds he got from attacking the friend group. Yeah.. you and wes were both ghostfaces.

"They got you good huh?" You said as you bandaged up a particularly gruesome wound.

He chuckled ever so slightly, before putting a gentle hand on your chin and making you look at him.

"After.. this is all over. We should move away, together. Away from everything, everyone. It can just be us. Together, together forever."