If living was the hardest part

The note

*dans pov*

I look around the room, so empty without the raven haired boys, sexy body, sitting on his bed acting like a child with his lion.

Oh the stuff we could do with that lion

I blushed as I realised how kinky I am, like Jesus (Geesus here in the emo trinity) I have a fetish for toys too? I thought it was just plasma balls, skin, and hamsters...

I'm just glad I don't have a thing for milk

But I do have a thing for Phil

My eyes continued to scan the lonely room until I saw a little piece of paper sticking out of the unmade bed

"Dear Dan,

Hopefully I'm dead now, if not please let me die, and if you already tried to save me you'll have wished you didn't by the end of tonight.

Where should I start? Maybe at the route of the problem, Dan I'm gay, really really reeeeeallllly gay, like I had to take Viagra before we watched porn and I kept my eyes on the man the whole time and I barely got hard, like I didn't have to jack off at the end! Also I kinda uhhhhh work at snakes and have sex with random guys I only know the name of so I can moan, I also have gone back to drugs and alcohol. Why you ask? Because I have a really big crush on
I have a crush on

I don't know how to even write it

Dan I'm in love with you

I know you don't feel the same way and probably hate me and are scolding yourself for living with a pathetic fag

But no matter how much you hate me

I will always love you (got my reference Dan 😉)

But now I will hopefully be like the singer of this song. (a/n Ik that Dolly Parton wrote/sung this but like this is fan fiction so stuff it)

Yours truly

The least amazing Phil ever."

I didn't realise I was crying until I heard the splash on the paper

I forgive you phil

But I can never forgive myself