talk me down ;; phan

two

in late winter his friends left to go to america for the week. 
their plane crashed
somewhere near new york.
and dan cried.
he cried until he felt nothing.

same old nothing.

he cried anywhere and everywhere. everything was a constant reminder of his best mates.

that's how dan found himself today walking in a park, wind blowing the fresh tears out of his eyes.

that's when dan met phil.
sitting alone, crying on a bench.
"what, you too?"
dan rolled his eyes.

"yeah, what's up with you?"
the boy with striking
blue eyes asked.

"death."
he shrugged.
"the usual."

"me too."
he sniffed.
"i'm phil."

"dan."
he replied.

"it's cold,"
phil wiped his tears.
"really cold.
do you want to go
get some coffee
and talk about
how shitty the world is?"
he asked.

"yeah,"
dan spoke,
"i'd like that."