***
And then suddenly- he did.
i wasn't alone.
Someone coughed below me.
I looked down and saw a familiar sight.
Black hair, glasses, and a plaid shirt.
Phil Lester.
I dragged my feet on the ground until the swing was barely moving.
And then my arms were around him.
But he didn't smell like coffee and cigarettes.
No, now he smelled like rain and roses.
but the smell of old phil still lingered in the air.
among the ghosts.
