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The flat smelled of a fresh vanilla scent, but not too sweet. Just enough to be warm and comforting. Dan took a deep breath before deciding to talk to Phil once again, after (?) years. "Phil?" Dan's voice was shattered. Last night had been terrible. The screaming was probably the reason for this. "Yes, Daniel?" Phil had missed Dan since had not been around him for a while, but still remembered how to bother him. However Dan remained unknown to his ways. "Actually it's just Dan..also where will I sleep?" Dan was unamused, but only because he was flooded in worry. How long would he stay? Wouldn't Phil get tired of him? Why should he be able to trust Phil in the first place? Dan looked up to see Phil's comforting blue eyes. Somehow he just knew. Just knew that it was okay to trust Phil. 'But' Dan thought. 'You can't push this off forever one day, Dan, there will be no Phil to stop you. One day you will have to suffer the consequences you gave yourself. One day, Dan, you will have to die and nobody will be there to stop you.' Dan's soft(andneat) brown eyes watered to the the thought's truth. There will come a day in which Dan will have a suicide letter be read, the only difference is: Phil will be the one to read it.
-bri