he's always hated offices. that's partially why youtube appealed to him so much in the beginning. this one smells like child-rooted despair and disinfectant and he can't keep his eyes from shifting.
"mr lester?"
"here." he acknowledges.
"doctor york will see you now."
"thank you."
she holds the wooden door for him and he's surprised she can't tell what's wrong what's wrong what must be wrong.
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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.
