The Boy With The Whiskers; Phan

Philly!

Probably not.

But have I?

I mean, do I identify as gay?

Straight? Bisexual? Asexual?

I'm confused because in reality, I don't want anyone other than Dan.

Walking, Walking, and walking more.

There really is no end to the walking, is there?

Running, running, and running again.

There is no end to this.

I get a pain in my chest; either by heartbreak or something that doesn't matter.

A dark figure passes by, too fast for me to recognize who it is; or what.

It passes by again, faster. Then again, getting faster every time it passes.

"Phil!" 

"Philip!!"

"Philly!"

"PHIL!!!"

My name gets shouted in all directions.

.

Then it stops.

A silhouette of someone that seems familiar stands in front of me. A male.

He reaches out its hand, and I take it.

He pulls me toward him, embracing me in his arms. He spins me around, and we practically dance with each other for a minute.

Although I could stay like this forever, I get shivers down my spine as the silhouette pulls me towards him, and whispers in my ear,

"Come home to me."

I flinch, and start running.

Home.