Its been four days since you let him in. The Coat Guy, that is. He’s been nothing but polite to you, even when he complains about his constant coldness. He shivers all the time, and you can hear it from your room sometimes.

Yesterday you chose to do something you’ve never done before: Hug. You hugged him, after he spoke about feeling cold and lonely. You can’t help but feel the same. The feeling of embracing him made both of you feel an odd warmth, and he said it to you. He thanked you with the sweetest voice. God, he’s so sweet.

This morning, you felt something strange take over you. You shot the only other two people in the house with you…except the little girl. You felt like you didn’t want them in your home anymore, and it only felt right to dispose of them.

You open the door to the living room where Coat Guy, whose actual name is Eugene, is staying. He’s curled in on himself and shivering, but his narrowed, dark eyes look up at you once you walk in. He sees you carrying the shotgun and the small bit of blood on your face, but his face doesn’t change.

His adorable, sweet face