There's are somethings you can't change. Like the way people think of you. Of the way the wind blows. Two totally different things.
I know.
But the thing they have in common, is that nobody really cares. No body really cares about these things. Do you pay attention to the way the wind blows?
Or what people think of you? You might care once. But that would probably be it.
My point is, no one cares about anything that can't be changed. If you can change it, people will probably care. But otherwise, it's worthless.
worthless.
That's how I was feeling. You know, after everyone hating on me. Thinking of me as some fan trying to get in the way of "Phan". For hells sake, I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE DAN! Did anyone care? No.
Should I care?
Maybe another day.
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As soon as I read those comments, I ran.
Out of the flat.
Down the stairs.
Away from pain.
Away from hate.
As I ran across the streets, I black car drove down, surely passing the speed limit. The thing was, the car hit me.
Harder than any hate I could EVER receive.
{short chapter but I'm writing another one back to back}
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another day || dan x reader (COMPLETED)
Fanfic"Do you even care?" "Of course" "if you cared, you would leave" You moved to London to escape the disaster that was your family. Maybe you could find a new life and start over again. One day on the street you run into someone who just may change yo...
