Writing writing....
"There were big blue eyes, they burned like poison, why is this happening?"
I've started writing a diary about all the things that are happening because Phil said it might help me make sense of it.
"Last night the time seemed to stop. I kept counting but the clock wouldn't change. I should go see a doctor, this is starting to get serious"
"Phil??" I call out, closing the small diary that has a cover to look like a death note.
"Phiiiiiil??" I call again.
I grumble and pick up my phone seeing a text:
[Philly Boy: hey dan, louise tom and I decided to go out and get you somestuff to hekp you feel better. I made warm tea for you, it's in the microwave. Please get some rest. 😸😸]
I guess I'll go get some tea then.

YOU ARE READING
EYES [a Phanfic]
Korkuthis is my first time actually trying to write something reliant, so give me a break. [non smut] -Dan keeps having dreams about these piercing blue eyes, but the dreams become more and more real-