Some life for you.
*dans pov*
Phil asked me to sit by him. Which means, maybe he did fear me at this point in time, but maybe he knew I didn't want to do this.
I didn't want to hurt him at all, let alone kill him.
I think I needed to tell him what was going on. But then, I'd defiantly have to kill him. Just because he knew this stuff, this horrific story.
"I won't untie you." I repeated. "I won't put down this knife."
He started tearing up. "But you'll sit with me?"
I took a moment to think and then nodded slowly. I shut the bedroom door and locked it. I started tip-toeing over to him.
I hit the wall with my back and slid down slowly. I wad now sitting should to shoulder with the love of my life. Who was about to die. Because of me.
He leaned his head on my shoulder and I kissed his cheek.
*phils pov*
I leaned my head on his shoulder and he kissed my cheek. All I needed now was a story to why he also had a knife held up, not even an inch away from my neck.
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Don't Talk To Me (Phan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Usually they judge me on my hair, my clothes. They'll judge me on my life."
