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"And- uh, the cuts?" I ask.

"What about them?"

"Who, who-"

"It was me."

Everything inside me crushes. Dan is not okay. All that I want is for him to be okay, but he's done this to himself. All of the things said to and said about him, all of the pain he's received from people, all of the bullshit he's been through. Of course, he's not okay, and I didn't even notice.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out.

"Why are you-" He tries to ask, before I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, my hand on the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, Dan. Fuck, I'm so sorry- you aren't okay, and I didn't know, I- I-"

He starts to sob onto my shoulder, letting gout all of the emotions he's been keeping in, keeping away from me. Did he not think I cared enough for him to tell me? No, that's not important. What's important is Dan.

"I love you."

"I love you too, bear, more than you can even imagine."

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