save me | phan

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It was a rough time for Dan, but he knew this day would come. The day when he would eventually remember his past, how good he felt back in the day and how miserable he is now. He got up from his bed and walked straight to his piano, sat on the wooden chair that was covered in a soft pillow and pressed his cold fingers against the tiles, playing a song he composed a few weeks ago. Actual lyrics left his throath in a humming voice.

"I want to breathe, I hate this night
I want to wake up, I hate this dream
I'm trapped inside of myself and I'm dead"

But the nice vibes coming from the piano turned into some horrible sounds as he crashed his palms on the tiles. He just couldn't do it. Even if it was 2 in the morning, he felt like he was going to suffocate in his tiny apartment, so he put jeans and a jacket on and got out. It was cold outside, dark and the streets were lonley.

His feet dragged him to the nearest park in the area, and there was only one person sitting.. on a high branch from a tree. And let me tell you, the boy wasn't anyone else but Phil.