tangled hearts (phan)

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dan

first thing i know, i am running. the fastest i've ever run before, with the howling of the wind shutting off the music coming through my earbuds and pushing my hair away from my forehead.

i can't even feel my backpack weighting me down anymore, nor hear my shoes repeatedly hitting the ground. all that matters is the destination, the only dot of colour i manage to keep track of. in less than ten heartbeats i'll be his.

and before i know it, his arms are wrapped around me and he's squeezing me very tight and my heart is fluttering inside my chest and i'm afraid i might throw up. phil smells of orange shampoo and candy cane, his body is warm and steady and he's taller than i expected, which makes my head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck.

"i can't believe it's you" he whispers, his voice deeper too, and i can't tell whether he is moved or happy or.. sad? i hope i'm not making him sad, that needs to stay behind.

my face is buried in his jumper and i swallow hardly, holding back my shaky breathing. but then he softly pushes me off his torso and his eyes are on my face, and his smile is so real.

"phil" i say, and the fear to disappoint him crumbles off my shoulders. i try to think of something important to tell him, something he wouldn't be able to ever forget, but everything is messy except his ebony hair and daybreak lips.

there is nothing i care about but him.