the flat is quiet as phil stares into dan's eyes, inches away from his face. he looks down at the younger boy's lips, which are petal-pink and curled up softly. he doesn't know what possesses him, but he opens his mouth. "dan, i—i have to tell you something." as soon as he says it, his insides curl up into a ball of disgust and anxiety.
"yeah? what is it, philly?"
"i, uh, i—really wanna kiss you."
"you don't have to ask," dan answers, smiling up at him with a daze of love in his eyes.
through the whole session that follows, phil feels nasty and corroded. was he really about to tell him? maybe next time, he thinks.
if there is one.
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Fanfiction❝everything's got a reason, dan.❞ ❝not this. not this, phil.❞ in which phil is being killed from the inside out. lowercase intended.
