Still Trying [phan/boyxboy]

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Hey y'all! Sorry for the short chapter. Thought this would be a pretty good intro on what is going on.

So yeah! I'll continue as soon as possible. Voting and liking is always appreciated! Bai!

Have we actually known what we live by?

[Dan's POV]

"OUCH!"

I woke up to the sound of metal banging on the floor. Shocked, I quickly sat up, looking around. Turns out, the thing that banged my head was the garbage bin. The spot I slept on now has loads of trash on it.

I am in an alleyway with a dead end. I touch the brick walls, now wet and already cracking. I look up, just to have my eyes blinded by rain.

Where the hell am I?

Suddenly, something caught my eye. A mirror.

I looked at myself. I have brown hair, having the fringe swept towards the right (or my left, whatever). My eyes are brown. My skin is extremely light-coloured, contrasting with my all-black clothing.

In the back of my head, I thought: Why is looking at myself so interesting? And then, it hit me:

I have no idea who the hell I am, nor any memories.

I instantly ran outside, greeted by the wave of people. I kept asking every single one of them.

"Hey, have you ever seen me?"
"Do you have any clue who I am?"
"Hello! Can you tell me who I actually am?"

All I got was a couple hundred of heads shaking at me.

This is pointless. I should quit asking.

I went to sit under what seems to be a café roof. I instantly buried my head in my legs, crying a river. Why don't I remember anything? What happened to me?

I felt my legs brush against something. There's something in my pocket. A piece of paper.

I quickly opened it, my fingers shaking. Only to find one word carved on it:

Dan. []

‎-gee