I blinked.
Everything was bright.
I couldn't remember a thing.
I was comfortable, and I was safe. But I was also scared.
A figure leaned over me.
"Ph-Phil?"
No, they were too dark-skinned to be Phil.
I couldn't move my arms to rub my eyes for some reason.
What?
"Daniel Howell," came a voice from above my head.
"What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
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Ficção AdolescenteActions lead to consequences. Even though Dan doesn't know what he'd do without Phil, Dan doesn't exactly love the idea of 'Phan', and when actions and anger pulls them apart, he's about to find out. A girl. A photo. A gang. A past that's determined...
