Phil Lester
I saw him, pacing in the bleachers. His hands kept flying from his hair and then fidgeting with his baggy striped shirt. When I got close enough to see his face, I saw the red blotches, the tears forming in his eyes and dripping profusely from his chin, falling to the ground. I bolted towards him, wrapping him in my arms.
"I'm here Dan, I'm here" I said, hoping it would work. He just sobbed into my shoulder, saying something about no one else. I couldn't hear the rest. He was shivering and shaking his head.I offered to give him my jacket, but that just made him cry harder. Dan tried to push me away, but I held on tighter. He shoved again, to no avail. I wasn't letting him get away, not this time. Finally, he leaned into me, crying harder than ever.
