You were his bully. 👊

He was your loser. ❤️‍🩹

Now it's Halloween, you're both locked in the old Whitman house on the edge of Kansas until sunrise, and the house is hungry.

It doesn't eat flesh. It eats unfinished things. And Travis Meacham has been in love with you since 10th grade math and never finished saying it. 💛

You never finished your apology either.💔

Good thing you have 6 hours, a dying flashlight, and nowhere to run. ❄️🎃

✨ He's still stepping in front of you on instinct. Even now. 🖤✨