it seems like just another day to phil; just another day where he wakes up and waits for something—whatever that is.
but by 10:50, a heaviness in his lungs tells him that today is the day. the spunk from yesterday has faded, leaving him more exhausted than he'd care to admit.
how does he know he's going to die? he's not really sure. he just feels it. he's never been much for religion or premonitions, but something insists to him that this is it. he can't really argue with his suddenly faded hearing, anyway.
and, for some reason, there's nothing but calmness in the thought. glancing at dan's sloped shoulders doesn't knife him through the heart like it should, and so he proceeds to open his mouth with all the energy he can muster.
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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.
