it's 3:47 in the morning, and philip lester is madly in love.
the boy next to him shifts, making small noises thick with sleep as he nudges his way even closer into phil. two curls have fallen over his forehead, and phil gently rubs one of them between his fingers. the hair is soft, the bed is soft, and the edges of everything seem to have been filed down to smooth curves. nothing is harsh, nothing is sharp.
there's just phil and the warm, pressing silence emanating from the boy sleeping against him.
"i love you, dan," he whispers, and nothing feels like everything.
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pretend you're awake » phan
Fanfiction❝everything's got a reason, dan.❞ ❝not this. not this, phil.❞ in which phil is being killed from the inside out. lowercase intended.
