12. Small Northern Voice

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Dan's POV
I had never felt so betrayed in my whole life. I just wanted to dig a hole and crawl inside it for the rest of my life.

I walked heartbroken down the pavement. I didn't even know where to go because Phil and that b*tch were in my house.

Then I knew.

I stared to pick up my pace, and turned the corner into Paradise Park. By the time I got there, I was practically sprinting. Phil, oh Phil. Did it mean anything? Do you even care how I feel? Why Phil? Thoughts pounded in my head and it felt like I was thinking them aloud.

I stopped when I saw the large wooden pole in front of my feet, and I looked up. There it was. The telephone tower.

My first instinct was to climb up it, but then my head began to erupt with thoughts and regrets. "Phil!" I whispered. It felt like I wasn't a person without him. It felt like I was a nobody, even if I was the most popular guy in school.

I turned my back onto the wood pole, then fell back on it. At that point I didn't even care if I fell over. Then I slid slowly down the pole until I landed on the ground lazily with a thud. My eyes started to well up.

All I could think about was my precious Phil. My little lion. My baby lion. Why Phil? I asked myself again. Suddenly tears began to pour from my eyes, and I couldn't help but sob. I must've been sitting there for hours when a small northern voice said, "Dan."

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