wrists ; phan au ✓

2.

dan laid in his bed, scrolling through endless blogs. he had deleted his myspace profile 3 days ago, due to the endless bullying, and deleted any trace of him existing on the internet.

he sighed and put his right arm over his forehead. no fever, even though he had been feeling sick all day. he wished he was sick. including today, he's missed 37 days of school already. not that he'd been counting or anything; not that anyone would've cared he was gone.

he had 0 friends at his school, and he didn't plan on having any. ever. he didn't plan on ever meeting phil or interacting with him.

phil was the only thing on his mind, anxious about what his soul mate could possibly look like. he got out his computer again, and put "phil lester" into google, searching through images.

he couldn't find anything remotely close to what he imagined phil would look like, yet again, he didn't have much of an imagination. he then went onto myspace and search "phil lester" again. he started scrolling through all the profiles, but it was useless. since he deleted his account, he couldn't view any of the profiles that existed. he pushed his computer to the side, and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. he watched his ceiling fan move in an endless circle, his eyes fixed on one specific blade. he closed his eyes, and went to sleep.