something dan often thought was "what would nate be doing now, if he was still alive?"
he stood amongst the tall grass around nate's grave and wondered how different his future would've been if he hadn't been shot.
you're still my brother.
he fell to his knees and rested his forehead against the grave.
he could still see his dads face in his mind.
with his mouth pulled up into that dirty grin.
dan clenched his hands into fists. hard.
it was a shame the man he saw was only his mind playing with him.
because you can't kill an illusion.
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oh ms believer // phan
Fanfiction[SEQUEL TO TREES] oh, ms believer, my pretty sleeper your twisted mind is like snow on the road your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head than the winter of dead i will tell you i love you but the muffs on your ears will cater...
