daniel
"had a fun day. see you later, dan," philip tells me once we were alone. pj has already parted his ways and chris has already gone through the glass at this point. so it was just philip and me alone in his very colorful room.
i examined his words. dan. no one ever has called me dan. is that like a nickname of some sort? i've read online about nicknames. no one uses them, though. people think it's weird and unusual.
"you're confused; i can tell." i nod. "well, you best be going. i gotta sleep, you know. i had a great time, dan. i'll see you soon?"
"yeah, yeah. next week. i got school tomorrow."
"ok. see you then."
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THE OTHER SIDE .｡.:*☆ phan
Hayran Kurguhe fell through the glass and found something he never wanted to let go of. .｡.:*☆ © phntasia 2016
