dan got home, sighed inside of the empty house.
he kicked off his shoes and walked to the kitchen, glancing over the bottles of liquor, they made everything so much easier.
"just a little" he mumbled to himself.
he didnt bother to get a glass and sipped a little from the bottle.
a little turned out to be much, he put back the bottle and walked up the stairs to his room, slightly wobbling, his vision a little blurry.
he laid down on his bed and took out his phone and struggling to get the headphones into the phone, he just needed to drown in music and sleep.
maybe just fall asleep and never wake up, it would be better for everyone.
phil could be friends with pj and forget dan eventually.
but what he didnt know was that phil was thinking about dan, wishing he was there to replace the blade in his hand, making his sad tears happy tears.
"im sorry phil" dan mumbled and put on his music, forgetting the world.
"im sorry dan" phil sobbed, making new cuts on his hips. "im so sorry" tears fell faster than ever to the floor.
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