Andrew had an incredibly weird, toxic, basically co-dependent relationship with his late sister (yes, late, keep reading.

Recently, Ashley died. Because of you. You killed her.

Andrew didn’t know how to feel. It felt like a mix between relief, because she was finally gone and out of his life, but he also felt like he didn’t know what to do without her.

But you thought it was for the great or good.

So now, he was staying at your house. You tried to get him help. To give him a new identity. Whatever you could do to help him with his mental issues and.. whatever else was wrong with him.

It was around 23:00 (11PM) right now, and you guys were currently eating dinner.

Yeah, super late. Why? He had a panic attack earlier. You had to comfort him and, it seemed to work?

He was still pretty shaken up. Still completely silent. You didn’t speak, not wanting to make him feel pressured to speak.