Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

87: Black Roses.

..finally, it was actually time to sleep. The sky's blanked with a deep sheet of blackn the stars speckled across the cast void. Humid air floating within the confines of this room. This narrow, damp, one-bedroom having room which he was forced to stay in. Which he was forced to share with Phillip. With no goddamn—

He paused, and pressed a hand over his forehead as he laid on his back. The sheet against the floor was just as firm as he recalled it being. The beads of sweat the same as he always felt at night. The faint ambience of the other people from inside walking to different rooms.

As always, the scent of wood hung in the air, and he rolled on his side. No matter how much he curled up, the floor didn't seem to get anymore comfortable. The atmosphere wouldn't get any less warm. Frankly, it wasn't that cool back at the house he actually lived in either, yet still—he preferred the warmth of his own home rather than this.. damp.. overwhelming..

He heard the noise of footsteps. Footsteps walking past. Some walking away against the wooden flooring. And.. the sound of some approach.

It was only when he heard a soft creak that his focus came off of these sounds, and he barely lifted his head off of the firm pillow he always rested his head on. A yellow glow seeped in from the crack of the door. And a long shadow began to loom over the flooring as it came open. For a moment, this almost sent a chill down Y/N's spine, though that chill quickly faded into nothingness.

A freckled face slowly poked in. At the sight of the face, his eyes went wide. The face flickered into something else for a moment. A round, feminine face. Perhaps he was only seeing things because of how exhausted he was. Yet.. even if he knew it wasn't there, it still made his skin feel clammy.

Slowly, a tall, familiar figure stepped in—and his gaze flickered away from it.

"..hey, man."

"..hello."

Mumbled Y/N in response to Phillip, who only stood leaning into the crack of the doorframe. Now seemingly wearing the striped, long-sleeved uniform of pajamas he always wore. Of course—now that it was time to sleep, that meant he'd be here.

"Still not doin' good?"

"...Pardon me, but I believe that's obvious enough for me to not have to answer."

Y/N huffed that out, his voice low and raspy as he rolled over on his other side—an ache slightly quaking in his limbs. Barely, he let his eyes peek at the darkness below the bed. Coveting nothing but wood. Something shifted within the shadows though. At least to him something did. He didn't know. He really was tired.

He closed his eyes firmly—hearing Phillip hesitate, and let out a soft sigh. The soft sound of a few footsteps came closer, along with the faint noice of the door quietly shutting.

The footsteps came.. seemingly toward him at first, the vibrations of it felt throughout the ground. The vibrations stopped for a moment, as if Phillip were just standing there and looking at him.

..the footsteps moved again, now slowly moving around his feet, and then faintly away. The footsteps grew fainter. Fainter still. He began to hear the soft ambience of shuffling.

There was a pause once more. And all at once, Y/Ns thoughts tiredly swirled.

"..mmh.."

...

"..what's with you, man?"

"..mm.."

"What's with you? Few days ago you were fine. Now suddenly you're acting like you've seen a ghost."

"..I do not know what you mean."

"Fuck you mean? You literally had a whole breakdown over my pops saying my mom was—"