Dear Phil,
Don't fucking think I wouldn't notice your long sleeves, the guilty look in your eyes, the forever lingering sadness that never left you alone. I proposed to her last night. Her parents had called me and asked me to do it. They gave me a ring to do it and they practically begged me to propose. I didn't know why, but now I think I do. I think she doesn't love me, but her delusion is so real she wants to and just wants something to hold onto, like a ring or a promise. Now it's both.
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Dear Phil (Phan)
Fanfictionphilly smiles like philly doesn't care. {sequel to Dear Dan} •••Trigger warning!•••
