Andrew Minyard

"Sorry, but who are you? "*

• Tapes. Lots of tapes. Neil escaped, they didn't finish off his father, he escaped, like that time. And Andrew? Andrew began to forget his face, began to forget his familiar eyes, his warm, albeit sometimes cold, hands, but familiar, familiar copper curls, which Neil for a while pinned back with a hair clip or a bobby pin to tuck away his slightly grown-out hair when he was too lazy to go get a haircut. Instead of his familiar face, he saw the keys to the house in Columbia, a book, or the back of his head when he tried to remember even the features. Nothing . Literally. *

• Andrew became more aggressive, angrier, even started snapping at Aaron, Wymack, and Betsy. Aaron just tried to stay out of it, became more careful. Wymack was worried about Minyard, and Betsy... She just tried to calm him down. He became withdrawn, as if a piece of himself had been taken from him, not even a piece. Half of his soul. *

• A year has passed, really... Andrew has already lost his bearings... The days have merged into one, that's why... He doesn't even realize how two years have passed. Yes, two years.

Neil was able to return. His father was finished off by his Uncle Stuart (I can't remember the correct spelling), and he returned, revealing his appearance and eyes. Wymack missed this red-haired rocket so much that he thought he was hallucinating. The seniors would soon graduate, but they greeted Neil warmly; they missed him too. Even Aaron, who hated Neil, hugged him. When they told him what was happening to Andrew, Neil felt guilty for leaving. He ran away, leaving only the tapes.

He headed to his and Andrew's room. The guy wasn't there, it was warm, but at the same time cold, dark, everything was the same, there were all the cassettes on the table, the last one apparently flew into the wall and was broken, so the redhead headed to the roof, seeing his familiar blond head, he headed towards the guy *
—Andrew!

• The guy turned around, but since he no longer remembers the face of his loved one, he was a little confused *

Andrew: Sorry... And* who are you ?

{From the author: I know that I'm annoying you with writing this, but I don't really give a shit, in short, I took one sketch from the TT as a basis, but changed it to suit