"Hey, Lester!" A group calls.
I ignore them.
"Let's see your wrist!"
I keep walking.
"Oh, boo hoo!"
I feel tears in my eyes.
"Aw, Lester's gonna cry!"
I feel a tear run down my cheek.
They don't understand.
They don't understand what it's like to look down at your wrist and see sloppy cursive that belongs to a fourth grader.
They all have neat, mature writing.
I have the writing of a kid.
Phil, is that you?
The words that stare back at me everyday.
I get bullied because my soulmate is going to die young.
It's not fair.
The world isn't fair.
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A/N: so this story is going to be in a different writing style than I normally have. It's going to be short chapters with short sentences.
JE LEEST
Handwriting {Phan}
FanfictionEveryone in this world has their soulmate's last words tattooed on their wrist in the handwriting style their soulmate has when they die. And Phil Lester hates looking at the words on his wrist. - TW: depression
