A/N this chapter is in a different style to the last, since I wrote it so long ago and didn't plan to make another, and I know I should just leave it be, but I just really want to make a continuation of it. At first it's like the last chapter but then it just fails and changes completely but ya know.
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What if deep down Phil knew he was missing something.
What if Phil didn't know what that thing was.
What if one day he was browsing online and came across a page dedicated to a boy.
A boy who's life no longer existed.
And within that page, there was a picture of the boy.
The boy who had the gorgeous caramel-coffee eyes and rosy pink lips.
Although the picture was seen through a screen, Phil felt a tug at his heart.
His throat closing up and tears caressing his cheeks.
Daniel Howell
The name of the boy causes Phil to moisten his lips and breathe the name out, and it rolls off his tongue like satin.
Phil doesn't know why the stranger causes such a huge reaction from him.
But when he looks at the picture all he can focus on is his heavenly sinful lips and eyes.
The eyes which captivate Phil, and make him feel as if he is about to become engulfed in the boys presence.
The lips which look so plump and succulent. So kissable so desirable.
He reads the page and reads what happened to the boy, and with the information he feels as if he is in a vacuum. No air to breathe.
Suicide
Daniel James Howell, committed suicide on January 30th.
Phil collapses to the floor, and his wife Angelia rushes to his side, and asks questions about what just happened.
She reads the web page and asks if Phil knew him. He shakes his head and breaths out a 'no'.
The words that his beloved wife responds with fuels and anger which could be mistaken for a raging inferno.
Why do you care then? He's just a dead faggot.
