Gone *phil pov*

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I ran out of the flat, away from Dan, away from his lies. I heard him shout, but ignored him. Down the road, past the McDonald's, and to the park. I pulled my headphones out of my pocket, and blasted muse, not caring that people stopped to stare at me, a crying stranger, running. But why would Dan do that! I thought I had fixed him! He was clean for over a year now, and still, I wake up to him crying, holding a razor, slicing open his fragile wrists. Blood tainted the white carpet, staining it, making it an object of depression, of lies. Dan swore on his heart he had stopped... It seems he did not.

The first time I saw those beautiful brown eyes of his, I fell in love. But I couldn't tell him. He's straight! And even if he was gay, why go for the pathetic loser, when he could go for somebody like PJ! Yeah, PJ was much better than me...

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