"It's not just words." Dan mutters.
His voice is small and sad and it it is the fist time he has spoken in weeks.
"Talk to me." Phil urges.
"No." Dan whispers.
"You just did." Phil points out with a small chuckle.
His hand is still on the back of Dan's head.
"I don't want to talk." Dan manages.
"What would you like to do?" Phil asks.
His question is answered as Dan lets tears slip from his tired eyes.
He hasn't cried in weeks.
It feels good.
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Tragedy // Phan
FanfictionWhen life's got you down, you're supposed to get back up. What if you stay down? *trigger fuccking warning* for ALL my fics, just don't read em, but this one especially, okay?
