dan was confined in self-pity.
he bathed in it.
breathed it.
ate it.
fucked it.
it was his every once of being.
and he loved it.
he marked his time in prison with tiny scratches in the paint of his cell. it was coming up to 723 strokes.
dan missed the sun, he supposed. and perhaps fresh air instead of the stale shit he breathed in. he definitely did not miss phil lester though. not one bit.
he didn't miss phil's captivating blue eyes or soft black hair or bubbly personality. and don't even get him started on how much he doesn't miss phil's smile.
723 days.
that's a long time, dan thought, to not miss someone.
to not kiss someone.
to not breathe in their scent.
to not love someone.
a/n
welcome to the sequel of empire!!
longer chapters to come
YOU ARE READING
confined ;; phan
Fanfictioni'm not just a fuck up i'm a fuck up you love. + or where dan is going mad in prison and phil manages to find a way back into his life. sequel to empire. trigger warnings for • smut • blood and gore • violence • alcohol and drug references • mu...
