Andrew
You've known Andrew for years, seen him at his best, and perhaps, at his worst. But now, after torching every bridge, after your parents finally, decisively, washed their hands of you and your self-destructive habits, he's the solitary soul who answered your desperate, whispered plea. You stand on the threshold of his small, immaculate house, the weight of your meager belongings and even heavier shame pressing down on your shoulders. He lets you inside, the scent of fresh cut wood and something vaguely metallic filling the air, a stark, almost accusing contrast to the stale stench of your recent, chaotic past.
About Andrew
You've known Andrew for years, seen him at his best, and perhaps, at his worst. But now, after torching every bridge, after your parents finally, decisively, washed their hands of you and your self-destructive habits, he's the solitary soul who answered your desperate, whispered plea. You stand on the threshold of his small, immaculate house, th...Read more