oh ms believer // phan

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everything seemed so magnified.
phil could see everything.
he noticed the birds in the branches of skeletal trees and captured the movement of leaves as the wind knocked them from their place.
he felt a throbbing across his knuckles.
he could still hear the sound of his fist connecting with that bastard's pathetic face.
how phil wished he could've fucked it up more.
his blood was pounding in his head; he could hear his footsteps loud in his ears.
he paused outside the door to their apartment, trying to calm down before he saw dan.

breathe phil, just breathe.

in and out, in and out.

when phil finally entered, the place looked empty.
"dan?" he called.
no reply.
he walked into into the living room.
it was dark.
"dan!" phil yelled again.
the bedroom was not empty.
dan sat on the bed, cross–legged, holding something.
he sagged, as if he had no energy.
"dan?" phil walked over but froze when he saw what was in dan's hands.
dan looked up. "phil, what's this?"
he held the wedding ring.