Bubblegum Bitch

I'm Still Breathing

   Dan

   As I make my way home, I changed for once, so I'm in sweatpants and an old t-shirt. The darkness is peaceful but also very unnerving at the same time, as I can't really see much of a distance. I'm used to it though. As I unlock my apartment I'm greeted by the usual silence, considering it's 4am. Since Phil moved in, I'm a lot less lonely, considering he's there 24/7 pretty much. It's nice though, he moved in on our 6 month anniversary, and we've had no problems the past 3 months.

I go to the bathroom, washing off my makeup, and taking a shower. When that's all done, I walk into my room. I throw my shirt and other clothes into the hamper, before sitting on the edge of the bed. I see Phil sleeping peacefully near the edge of our bed. His jet black hair covering his face a bit, as he's curled into a fetal position. The pink sheets pulled up to his chin, make for a cute combination, the punk with pink sheets.

I run my hand through his soft locks of hair, sighing to myself. I would love to thank this man endlessly, for everything he's done for me. Although I think it would take me days or weeks to manage that. About the time he dealt with me sobbing in the hospital. Maybe about the time he found me half dead in a bathroom, I would've been dead if he hadn't had found me. He saved me. I could say how much happier he's made me, or about the fact that he's always there for me. My dear lord I could go on for ages about this man.

"Come here." He mumbles tiredly, holding out his arms.

I laugh at the cuteness of tired Phil, and lay down beside him. He pulls me to his chest, which honestly is my favorite way to lay with him, and starts to ask me questions.

"How was work?" Phil begins his usual mantra of questions.

"Pretty good, I walked away with about $700." I smile.

"I'm glad you got some money. No bad guys today, right?"

"Nope. I got you something, I'll show it to you tomorrow, alright." I yawn.

"Okay."

He starts to fall asleep again, his chin on the top of my head.

   "I love you." Phil says.

   "I love you too."

    *time skip*

     I wake up way after Phil, who isn't in bed anymore. He's most likely eating lunch considering it's noon. As I crawl outta bed, I grab what I got him out of my bag, and walk out to Phil.

    "What's in the box?" He jokes, sipping on juice.

    "I told you I bought you something." I laugh slightly, passing him in the box.

   I bite my lip in anticipation as he slowly opens the box. As he looks at it, and realizes what it is he smiles.

    "You told me ages ago that you used to paint your nails. Then Eli made fun of you and you stopped, but truly I wanna see you paint your nails again. It's a simple black color, and I can paint them for you."

    I see tears form in his eyes, and he hugs me tightly, knocking the wind outta me.

   "I know it seems ridiculous that I'm crying over this but I just- I just miss the person I was." He finally explains.

"Be who you are Phil." He pulls back to look at me, eyes red.

"Thank you." Phil smiles tearfully.

"I also made reservations for dinner tonight." He laughs softly.

"Oh my god, seriously? Why didn't you tell me?" I cover my mouth in shock.

"I wanted it to be a somewhat surprise, now come on I made you a sandwich for lunch."

   I walk over to the food, downing it quickly, while Phil plays on his phone sitting on the couch, blue eyes masked with concentration. When I'm done with my drink, I walk over to Phil, curling up at his side, considering I haven't woken up yet.

    "You know I love you, right?" He asks me.

   I kiss him on the cheek, before going back to my curled up position on the couch.

   "If I didn't know that I wouldn't be here right now." I giggle softly.

    He laughs slightly, "I'm just glad you know that I love you."