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〖one-shot seventeen〗♥ teardrops 「??」

inspired by; a poem

title credit; name of the actual poem

warnings; /

genre/content; im not sure, tbh

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If I showed you my teardrops,

Would you collect them like rain,

"Dan?" Phil whispered worriedly, turning to face Dan - who's back was turned toward Phil. Phil had been trying to sleep, until he heard sniffling and small, barely audible whimpers from Dan. Since their backs were turned towards each other, Phil had had to turn over. Now facing Dan, he shook him gently, trying to get his attention.

"I'm fine, Phil," was Dan's blunt answer. He knew better - Phil could differentiate between's Dan sleepy voice and his sad voice.

"No you're not."

Store them in jars,

That are labelled with "pain",

Phil now had Dan wrapped in his arms; his chin resting atop Dan's head, his right hand stroking the soft, dark brown hair that he loved so while his left was holding firmly onto his lover's waist. 

"Shh," Phil softly cooed, trying to calm the other boy down. "Please don't cry." 

Phil knew, by the expressions and how hard Dan cried, that these tears weren't anything new. They were feelings bottled up, unexpressed for who knows how long. They were tears of pain and sadness.

Would you follow their tracks,

From my eyes down my cheeks,

As they write the stories,

I'm to scared to speak,

"Please, Dan, tell me. Tell me why you cry so much." Phil was holding the sides of Dan's face in his hands as the other tried to turn away.

"It's nothing. Swear." 

"Liar."

Would you stop them with kisses,

Bring their flows to a halt,

Phil began kissing the tears that stained Dan's cheeks. For every new tear that fell, a new kiss was placed on his face. He would do this until his love stopped crying; he didn't care how long it took. 

Dan sniffled, finally looking at Phil as he pulled away from one of his kisses. 

As you teach me that pain,

Isn't always my fault,

"Nothing's your fault. You know that, don't you?" Dan had finally stopped crying so hard, his breathing returning back to normal. Phil looked deadly serious despite his worried look. His hands moved a little higher up Dan's face so his thumbs were resting under his eyes.

"You know that?" Phil asked, wiping away the wet under Dan's eyelids.

Would you hold my face gently,

As you dry both my eyes,

And whisper the words,

"You're too precious to cry." The blue-eyed boy pulled Dan into a hug; his grip tightening on the other as their bodies touched. 

Dan heard a sniffle, another, then felt the small droplets on his shoulder as Phil buried his face into the crook of Dan's neck.

"You're not the only one who's able to cry, y'know?" Phil sniffed, a small smile on his face. "I don't like seeing you like this."

If I showed you my teardrops,

Would you show me your own,

And learn though we're lonely,

"I love you, Dan. Please don't forget that."

We're never alone.

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this reminded me of 2009!phan ♥

((but as i wrote this, for some reason i kept thinking of zolu???? one piece is ruining my life))