Can't Pheel The D

Beautiful Scars

Dan's P.O.V

I opened my eyes as the sunlight peeked through the curtains. I looked up to the ceiling when something nudged me on the shoulder.

I looked to my right and saw Phil sleeping soundly. I smiled while having flashbacks of what happened yesterday. Yesterday was like a fairytale, it seemed as though it didn't happen, but it did, because my prince is laying beside me.

I examined Phil's face carefully, I looked at him and realised he was literally god's gift. I suddenly thought to myself : How could a normal depressed boy like me could possibly be gifted with this prince?

"Morning, Dan."

I smiled and looked into eyes of Phil and said: "Morning, Phil."

We both layed on the bed looking at each others eyes for god-knows-how-long. It didn't feel awkward like we first time last time. We were both lost in each others eyes, lost in each others worlds and...lost in falling in love.

After possibly 30 minutes, I formed a smile to Phil and said: "I have to shower now, make yourself at home." Phil slightly pouted as I got up from the bed. I turned around and cupped his face to kiss him softly on the lips.

His lips were soft and tender, yet slightly chapped. I slowly put my hand under his shirt. This time, he didn't stop me from doing it. I naturally formed a smile and slowly took off his shirt.

My heart almost broke when I saw the big long scar Phil had across his body. I gently stopped the kissing and looked into Phil's eyes.

His eyes turned from softness and loving to fear anxiety. I held back my tears and fought back my thoughts. Who could hurt an angel? What happened before I came into his life? Who did this? Why is my loved one in fear?

I stroked Phil's cheek to calm him down and kissed my way from the lips to the neck. As I got my way to the neck, I bent down and pecked a kiss on every inch of his scar. "Everything will be okay as long as I am here." I whispered softly, hoping that he could hear me.

Phil nodded as tears fall down to his cheeks. I wiped them away and again held away and again held back the urge to cry because it was hard to see a loved one hurting and you had to stay strong for him.

We locked eyes, and this time, Phil's eyes were no longer full of fear and anxiety, but was full of calmness because he knew that he was safe under the love of a man.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" I said, breaking the silence. "Even the scar?" Phil said and I felt his heart beating fast.

"Even the scar." I whispered.