twenty-eight

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dans pov
"hey, you okay?" phil asks as he unlocks the door of his house.
no. i'm not. even after all the fun and giggles, i still feel like fucking shit.
"yea, i'm fine." i put on a fake grin.
"no, you're not." phil smiles sadly. "please tell me whats wrong."
"why?"
"i want to fix it."
for some reason, i spill everything. my fathers abuse, my parents abusive words, i dont know why i do.
we literally just met two days ago. and yet, here i am. spilling my deepest, darkest secrets.
i guess i just...trust him.
or at least, i trust him more than anyone else i know.
by the time i'm done, i could swear i saw some tears in his eyes.
"god, dan. i'm so sorry." he pulls me   into another tight hug. i rest my head on his shoulder. he puts his hand on my back softly. we stay like this for a while. i could stay like this in this exact moment for, well, forever, i guess.
"i like you." i murmur into his shoulder, thinking he won't hear. but he does.
"i like you, too." he whispers back.

truth or dare // phan auWhere stories live. Discover now