unread messages // phan.

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I don't want to go.
I don't want to go to your funeral.
Am I a bad person for that?
I just don't want to actually accept that you're gone.
Phil, you're gone forever.
And there's nothing I can do.
I can only sit here and await the car.
The car that's going to take me to the second worst day of my life.
Second.
Second after the day I found out.
The day I found out what happened.
I love you, Phil.