the outpouring of support is beyond comprehensible. it's nice to know people care, but it doesn't fill his part of the sofa crease. it doesn't water his plants or buy stupid shit off amazon for his already-crowded room. and it sure as hell doesn't bring him back.
dan can't help being bitter.
he stands up for the first time in god knows how long. crossing the room, he stands for ages, looking down at a small, nearly hidden recess in the wall.
he reaches into it and pulls out the small black box.
then, without opening it, he flings it into a drawer with a slam.
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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.
