"what do you want?"
"i want to help you."
"i don't need or want your help. besides, i've been trying to help you."
"help me?! i'm fine!"
"how are you possibly fine?! i can see it in your eyes, dan! that chaotic emptiness... you're unhappy, and it's written all over you. and you shouldn't be! your videos are more popular than ever!"
"my videos?"
"crap."
"you know about my videos?"
"i... i've been watching you for years. when you came into the shop that day, i became worried about you. i thought if i told you the right music to listen to, it might help."
"i can't believe this! all this time, you've known who i am, and you never said anything. and you think i needed your help? you don't know anything about me!"
"dan, wait!"
"no, okay? i'm leaving. just forget about me."
"how am i ever supposed to do that?"
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a/n: i'm honestly so sorry this story is absolutely horrible i have no idea what it even is
