I eased the door closed behind me.
I didn't want to wake anyone.
I tiptoed down the stairs, avoiding the creaky parts.
It's 1:21 in the morning, and I closed the back door.
I felt the wet grass on my bare feet, and shivered.
I found my way to the garden gate.
I'd done this before.
Now I was off the property.
It was refreshing, smelling something other than alchohol and cigarettes.
As I walked, I begin to hear the water.
I didn't need a light.
This walk was better in the dark anyway.
The moon reflected off the water, almost totally gone from the sky.
I sat down on the shore, and ran the sand through my fingers.
The lake was loud tonight.
I closed my eyes and lay down.
Out here I could forget.
Forget the smell, forget the noises.
Forget my life.
Cautious not to fall asleep, I opened my eyes again.
Almost no moon.
Many stars.
Stars, stars, stars.
Stars like in his eyes.
Sitting up, I crossed my legs.
How many minutes had passed?
Ten, twenty, thirty?
Fifty.
Almost fifty-five minutes had passed when I heard someone sit down next to me.
I didn't even have to look.
Dan.
My silent boy.
We sat there together for a little while.
All I could hear was our breathing in time, and the waves lapping inches from our toes.
I'd never been here with someone else before.
Slowly, in the dark, my hand found his.
Our fingers intertwined.
I didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
There was nothing to be said.
We sat there together as the sky faded to pink.
I stood up slowly, removing my hand from his grasp.
It was cold now.
Dan stood up too, his face barely visible in the morning glow.
I ran.
I ran back home.
He followed me.
I was faster than him.
When we reached the door, he was gone.
I couldn't see him anywhere.
I opened the back door and enter.
I was careful to avoid the creaky parts.
I walked up the stairs.
I passed Dan's bedroom.
I heard him tossing and turning in his bed.
Did he ever leave?
Or was it all just a dream?
As I lie back in my bed, I felt the sand in between my toes.
It can't have been a dream.
Could it?
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Silent Boy | Phan
Fanfiction"Daniel Howell is a wreck." This is all Phil Lester knows before the mysterious boy who will be staying with him shows up on his doorstep. He has never heard a boy so silent. //please message me before reading if anything triggers you, and I'll let...
