"Why do you always wear black?", I ask as we continue walking.
"I don't always wear black, only on Saturdays".
"Why?"
"You'll see"
"You say that a lot"
"Mhm"
We walk in silence the rest of the way, my mind buzzing with excitement for where we might be going. Every house we walk by I think to myself, is this the one we're going to? But it never is.
Dan stops and faces me as we reach a large pair of gates. He gives me a small half-hearted smile before walking through them. Into the cemetery.
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flowers // phan au
Fanfictionsame time, same day, same boy. ♡ in which a boy steals flowers from Phil's garden every Saturday ♡ {dnp's relationship in this book is not romantic whatsoever}
