Felix was watching him with something like sorrow. “That bad, huh?”
Connor wiped his face. “That real.”
“You can keep the mask,” he said. “If you want. Sometimes it helps to see what’s already there.” Closet Monster
A pause. Then, from behind the boxes of old photo albums and tangled Christmas lights, something shifted. Two eyes, amber and slit-pupiled, blinked at him from the shadows. Felix was watching him with something like sorrow
Connor froze. The voice was small and dry, like dead leaves skittering across pavement. something shifted. Two eyes
Connor turned the mask over. Inside, someone had scratched the words: Be careful what you wear.