"Phil you don't have to do this!" pj says from below.
"Why, pj? I've lost everything!"
"because Phil...."
I crouch my knees.
"I love you"
"too late!" I yell out, crying.
(pj point of view)
I see Phil flying through the air, his top lifting, I see all the cuts on his stomach, as he starts falling apart mid air, I run, I run away from this misery.
A.N. OMG this phanfic made me cri cri. Don't shoot me pls. Baii.
