the night was filled with soft kisses and slow words. dan was wrapped in phil's arms as he whispered cold, and dishonest, sweet nothings into dan's ear. saying he'd never leave, and that he was here to stay. phil knew what he was doing was wrong. but the garden dan had planted was no longer there. it was burned, the ruins pushed to the far edges of the beautiful garden.
dan was adorned in phil's clothes. fitted right under his neck. breathing softly as he hiccuped, slow trails of tears fell down his cheeks as he listened to phil's soothing voice. he smelled of perfume. but dan didn't bring it up. opting to stay in phil's embrace. knowing it was better that way, that his heart wouldn't break for a second time.
dan was so tired. he just wanted to sleep. as if almost for forever. as the flowers he had planted in his head wilted as the streams that whirled around his head turned to icy, toxic water. the trees and flowers wilted, the leaves falling onto cold, hard earth. and the sun was clouded by thick storm clouds. dan's head, which once looked like a beautiful utopia was reduced down to nothing more than a bleary and derelict place.
"dan, baby, i- i love you." phil murmured, the hesitation clear in his voice. dan's heart fell slightly, the raging storm inside his head barrels on. dan just sighed softly. pressing closer to phil, trying his best to remember this. knowing it was going to be one of the last times.
"i know phil, i know." and he knew exactly what phil was trying to say.
