Abyss {Phanfiction}

Beautiful Stranger

Triggers: suicide, self harm, drug/alcohol abuse, abuse, swearing, LGBT, and insomnia.

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DAN POV

Pain: a localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury)

Pain is not the word that I can use to describe the amount of discomfort I was in. My body was screaming at me to stop, stop running, stop moving, stop living.

But I didn't listen. My head, belly, throat, legs, feet, lungs, and back were aching because I've been running for hours. I was sticky with sweat and my straightened hair was now in its natural, wavy state. Just another imperfection.

I turned a corner, and ran down a street. Everything, my surroundings, were a blur. I wasn't thinking at all, except the thought that I needed to keep running. I ran until I, being the clumsy mess I am, tripped over seemingly nothing.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I heard a smooth, deep voice say over me. I looked up, and saw the attractive stranger that was looking at me on the bus this morning. When he saw my face, he flinched. Maybe he doesn't like my face. Maybe he thinks I'm an ugly mess.

We held eye contact for a few seconds, until he sadly looked away. I did too, but I did steal another look. He had dreamy, blue eyes that could kill, and a perfect pale complexion, free of blemishes or imperfections.

He stood up, and placed his book on the bench that he was sitting on. He stretched his hand out; and I grabbed it. Tingles shot up my arm, and birds took flight in my stomach. Fireworks exploded in my head.

I stood up, and he smiled warmly at me. "Hello, my name is Dan," I said. I cringed at my sentence. I'm embarrassing.

He laughed and when he laughed, he stuck his tongue out between his teeth, making him even more adorable. "Hey, my name is Phil," he said. The name suited him.

"So, um.. I'm really sorry. I should probably get going, though," I said reluctantly. I didn't want to leave him, but I can't be in this town anymore.

I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. "Sorry," he let go. "It's just.. Do you want to come inside?" He said warmly. I was honestly taken aback, no one has ever been so nice to me. "You don't have to," he said nervously. "I just want to make sure you're not hurt or anyth-" I cut him off. "I'd love to," I said, smiling. I realized that was the first time I've smiled this month.

He smiled, and grabbed my hand. My stomach fluttered, and my face turned a shade of crimson.

He opened the door to a nice flat, with white couches, and nice furniture. It was completely unlike my house. My house had ugly and dirty brown couches, stained with dirt and alcohol.

I turned to look at Phil, and caught him looking at me. My heart fluttered as e darted his beautiful eyes away, and stared at his shoes. We both started blushing.
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PHIL POV

Why did I bring a stranger into my flat? Sure, he was hot as hell, but I should not bring random people into my house. Just because he was good looking, doesn't make him a good person.

I turned to look at him, and he was smiling weakly. His eyes were wandering around the living room. Until they settled on me, when he caught me looking. I quickly looked away, and felt my face heat up.

"Um, are you hungry?" I asked him, trying to make him feel at home. He looked at me. "Hell yeah, I am," he said. We both started giggling like little girls. "Well, what do you want?" I asked. "Pancakes!" He exclaimed. "Ok, pancakes it is then," I said.