No more hiding, no more last minute getaways.
I'm ending this tonight.
My palms are sweaty, my legs shake like jelly, my hair frizzled up.
YOU ARE READING
walk with me; phan
Fanfictionphil goes for a walk in the city, unaware that the boy with curly hair makes him think twice before crossing. tw; mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression. rape and stalking
