dan //
may 5,
i couldn't take not knowing,
how i got back in such an awful place,
when i felt my best with that beautiful,
beautiful boy.
i needed to see him,
so i left.
i walked into the coffee shop,
smelling the sweet aroma of coffee,
feeling warm and fuzzy,
and searched for him.
i saw him,
and immediately,
i felt my heart race,
butterflies in my tummy,
adrenaline rush through my body.
i felt good.
i smiled to him,
but all he gave was a frown.
"phil? what's wrong?"
his gaze stayed to the ground,
and when he finally looked at me,
they were glossy,
blood shot,
and bags under his eyes.
"why are you here..?"
i didn't understand.
"what do you mean, phil?"
he seemed so confused,
so sad,
just,
not himself.
"you told me to not talk to you anymore. you told me that you were with charlie. that you didn't need me.."
that's when the tears fell,
for both of us.
"phil.. i don't remember anything since the hospital.. i.. i don't know what's going on."
i cried.
"phil, please, talk to me. what happened?"
he went to answer,
he looked beyond me,
but fear shone in his eyes,
he was scared.
when i turned,
it was charlie.
