Phil's POV

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I couldn't breathe.

I was a paper cutout, and hole had been punched right through me.

The world tumbled away.

I couldn't even cry. I was just numb, numb, numb.



I'd slept in his bed. No, nothing happened. We slept, that's all. I fell to sleep holding his hand, leaning into his shoulder, our legs entwined.

When I woke up...

When I woke up, he didn't.

When I woke up, he was gone.

Not his skin, but the colour.

Not his eyes, but the light behind them.

Not that hand I held, but grip of it holding me back.

My Dan, had gone, and he'd taken my whole being with him.

How could I walk a world that had snatched my reason for walking it away?

So I didn't.

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