i understand now
why his eyes are so bright
and his skin is so pale
it's his everlasting glow
he doesn't belong on earth below
to him i'll hail
he's my guiding light
to that i vow
my angel from heaven
i understand now
Tears fell down my face.
For the first time in what felt like years, they were tears of joy.
I looked at Phil fast asleep at the left side of me in my bed.
He was even smiling when he was sleeping.
I wondered what he was dreaming about.
I wished I was in it with him.
But then, maybe I was.
I wiped away my tears and smiled down at him.
His fringe was over his eyes.
I gently flicked it out the way.
His eyelids began to flutter.
I pulled my hands back, not wanting to disturb his peaceful mind.
He didn't open his eyes.
But he did reach out and wrap his arms around me.
I hardly had time to throw my poetry book on the floor before I was dragged under the covers and into a tangled mess with Phil Lester.
And although it was slightly sweaty and our bones were jabbing into each other, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"Phil?" I whispered.
"Mmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"No."
"Good. Because I think I love you."
Phil opened his eyes fully and looked up at me.
"Am I still dreaming?" He asked sleepily.
"Yes."
"Okay, good. Because I think I love you too."
I smiled at him.
He smiled back.
We fell asleep.
Together.
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death of a conformist || phan
Fanfiction"Why do you think you have to base yourself off what others think of you? Why can't you just be yourself for you?" I looked at him, befuddled. "How would you possibly know I do that?" I scoffed. He looked back to me this time, looking deep into my...
