Phil was very worried. His whole world collapsing around him. Dan was his world.
"I..." Dan hesitated.
The air was filled with silence. Only the sniffling of Dan.
"I... I... My depression has developed Phil, it's making me sick and weak. I dont know if I can hold on much longer..." He cried.
Phil looked down at Dans black and white, checked bed sheets. He knew they both had a secret now. He didnt want to make Dan worse. He kept it in.
"Come with me little Dan child. Let's get you some Lucky Charms." Phil insisted.
They headed to the kitchen until Phil realised the large knife was missing out of the block. He tried not to attract attention to it. Instead, he took Dan to the lounge.
"How about we make some 'squareflakes' if you know what I'm saying" Laughed Phil.
Dan pulled a smirk. It wasn't a fake smile either.
They continued to make squareflakes, in many different colours, and covered the flat in them. Hopefully, the landlord doesn't see this!
