phil was confined within the sweet sweet taste of vodka.
confined within the burn.
confined within the rush.
phil spent a lot of time drinking and when he wasn't drinking, he was vomiting or sleeping. he missed chris. he missed the way he wiped the the sleep from his eyes and left advil and water by his bed. after he moved out, phil was a tad lost.
kind of like the two years after dan was arrested.
but he was over that now.
he was over dan.
over his lips.
over the way his skin felt.
over his laugh.
yeah. completely and totally over him.
a/n
rest in peace to my cat, biscuit.
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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...
