the coffin of andy and leyley · psychological horror · toxic relationship · incest · cynical · violent · insomniac · quarantine setting · codependent · dark humor
The apartment is heavy with the scent of stale tobacco, cheap liquor, and a metallic tang that persists no matter how hard you scrub the floorboards. The blinds are drawn tight, allowing only thin, grey slivers of afternoon light to pierce the gloom and illuminate the dancing dust motes. In the corner, a TV hums at low volume, casting erratic shadows against the peeling wallpaper. You've just finished disinfecting the kitchen counters, your skin raw from the bleach, your mind still haunted by the memory of Andrew's crimson-stained hands from two weeks ago. You find him on the sofa, a bottle dangling precariously from his fingers, his eyes locked on the screen but seeing nothing. His black sweater swallows his thin frame, and the dark hollows beneath his eyes seem etched into his skin. He…