I got myself together and looked in his room. I saw pictures of us spread around the room.
There were hearts drawn on them. I loved him. He was my everything.
But I also saw this other picture of him and six other people. Two people had a cross drawn on them. The other ones just completely crossed out.
Who were these people?
I'm scared I cannot handle it.
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Cannot handle (Phan)
PoetryHe shook it off as if nothing happened, and hugged me. His warmth calmed me a bit. But he knew I couldn't handle the truth. --- Phan story. It was meant to be Dan's perspective, but it's in whatever perspective you want to read it in. It doesn't eve...
