Phil's POV
My eyes fluttered open. I groaned. The piercing light flowing through the slight crack my curtains allowed blinded me momentarily. Clutching the blue end of my duvet I pulled just enough for the warmth of the blanket to consume my face.
I inhaled deeply, trying not to allow my worry consume my entire body. It already had control over my mind and chest which usually were able to function somewhat normally. I sighed. It's only been...I glanced at my clock. It's only been eleven hours. Eleven hours since he was forced to leave. Eleven hours since my human dictionary said goodbye to me. It's only been eleven hours and I'm not wanting to leave my room, I feel like I should be there with him.
I don't deserve to be here, with air conditioning and an internet connection and I certainly don't deserve a solid four walls around me. I don't deserve to know that I have a relatively large chance of waking up tomorrow morning.
It's been eleven god damn hours and I'm the one dying. He's gone for god knows how long. Dan's gone. My Dan...a tear slipped down my cheek. I buried my head in my pillow, bracing for incoming impact of a storm of tears.
Here we go again.
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Welcome Home (Phan)
FanfictionIsn't it astonishing how the absence of a single person can you leave you so cold. Credit to artist: satsuma dan (tumblr artist) TRIGGER WARNINGS//PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Self-harm, bullying. I'll put a warning in bold at the top of every chapter...
