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Phan - My Only OneDan's P.O.V
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Paint yourself a picture, something perfectly obscure
To hide away the messes behind your manicure.
And all of my obsessing to find the perfect words
Sick of second guessing, I didn't mean to make you hurt
Didn't mean to make you hurt, hurt, hurt!
I watched from my bedroom as Phil stared vacantly at the wall just above my head. We were Skyping again - we agreed that whenever one of us was feeling sad, we'd Skype. Sometimes, it was just to distract each other, sometimes it was because we missed each other's voice. That evening, it was because of something Phil had said to me on Facebook.
We'd been chatting normally, and he said he wanted to tell me something but he didn't want to burden me. I told him to go ahead, after all, what were friends for? But I couldn't have prepared myself for his response.
'I'm afraid to keep living'.
I got a hop in my chest, the kind you get when you nearly fall off a chair. I asked him why as fast as I could. At first, he was a
Phan - New Kid - Chapter FourteenPhil's P.O.V
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Three Months Later
In the following months, Dan and I had become pretty close friends. See, there were two ways of looking at that for me - good, I'd made friends with Dan, and bad, because I was close to him. At first, I was determined not to get close to him, but in the end, I couldn't resist it. Why didn't I want to get close to him? Well, it was the getting close to someone that I couldn't deal with, it was the getting close to someone and loving them so much and then having them so cruelly taken from you, leaving you with something like a black hole in your chest.
I was thinking about that while I was on my way home from Dan's house. I spent most of my time there - since he knew about dad, he didn't really mind me being there. Plus, as I'd said, we were pretty close friends anyway. I liked being with Dan, but at the same time, it left me with a lot less time to think. But I was back home too quickly - I'd hardly gotten a chance to think. Dad's c