PHIL
it was unusual but so was he.
people hid behind their cigarette smoke while he hid behind his lovers silhouette.
taller than him, he made him look small.
all dressed up in piercings and tattoos, he held onto the smaller boy as if he owned him.
he had escaped the void of black clothing, a baby pink sweater and light denim jeans. curly hair sat atop his head, rather than his usual straight hair.
he belonged in an art museum, not next to that boy.
he moved his lips as he looked down as he was scolded for god knows what, he slowly made his way to the bar.
he made the order as the taller boy approached, money in hand.
"Daniel, jesus chr- how many times? how many times to I have to tell yo- are you even listening to me you twit?"
he was staring straight at me, brown eyes large, a small cut on his cheekbone stood out against his pale skin.
he stared at me like I was art.
I wanted nothing more than him in that moment.
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this sucked oh gee, I'll probably rewrite this chapter but for now, there's this.
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poetry boy :: phan
Fanfiche was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
