Game Over || Phan AU

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   (Tw: alcohol mentions)
   After being alone for hours and drowning himself in alcohol, Phil was finally empty. His usual pale skin was now red and stained with pellucid tears.
   He ran away. From you.
    Phil's raven hair was tousled, no longer neatly pulled to the side. It was possible that if you had seen him, you wouldn't recognize him. The normally happy boy's mind was filled with anger, confusion, and sadness.
   He had no idea how something he was waiting for from the beginning could be so upsetting. Was it Dan's reaction? The way his eyes filled with regret after he had pulled his lips away from Phil's? Maybe it was something as simple as the sound of the door slamming. Rejection?
    Phil stood up from the carpet, the same one that had indulged on bitter liquids that had spilled from glass bottles. He struggled to walk into his room, bumping into several walls. When he had finally reached his room, he fell onto his bed, taking in the scent of fresh lilacs. Phil made sure to wash his sheets every week, and he'd decided on his favorite winter scent as detergent.
    He rolled into his back and curled into a small ball, pulling his colorful blanket over his head. How could something manage to constantly emit joyful energy? Something so useless, something as pathetic as a blanket.
   Happier than you.
   The recurring pain in his chest began to get worse as he let yet another tear roll down his cheek, pure alcohol, he thought. His muffled cries rang out in the dark, empty, apartment.
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A/N: I'm kinda proud of this chapter even though it's sorta a filler : ))))) poor philly
Heyheyhey so if anyone even reads this and knows how to make aesthetic covers, pm me!!