poet. ➸ phan

four

dan and phil rarely spoke.

dan spent most of his time indoors as phil socialised. even in history, where they sat together, they only exchanged glances when phil needed a pen or hadn't been concentrating.

it'd been months, and dan still felt his heart flip over whenever phil smiled at him. his feelings had only strengthened when phil ran into him before school.

he wasn't going to explain that everything got better instantly. it still didn't.

dan wasn't happy. a simple smile couldn't fix something like that.

nothing could fix him, dan thought to himself in history one day, leaning over as he felt his eyes glaze over.

"hey, dan, are you okay?"

it was phil's voice. it was phil's voice. a million things rushed through dan's head at once.

but he didn't say any of them. the lump in his head grew as he slowly shook his head.

as dan cried, phil put his arm around him, whispering in his ear, "don't be scared, i'm here."

later in the day, dan scribbled something on his wrist. "you're the only spirit left in my eyes; you're the only smiles i don't have to force. why would i need drugs if i'm high on you?"