Bring Me Home // Phan

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Phil's POV

I loved him.

I loved him so fucking much.

Of course, it was only platonic.

No homo.

I cared about Dan.

It broke my heart to see him sad and anxious.

To see him avoid meals.

To see him dash off to his room as suddenly as he appeared out of it.

I think I made a break through, though.

I made him look at himself.

He was so reluctant, as if it pained him to look at his reflection.

What did he find so terrible?
All I saw were hazel brown orbs, hidden by a straight brown fringe of hair.

I had stood behind Dan as he lifted up his shirt.

I'd been expecting it bad, but I had to bite my lip to stop myself from gasping at what I saw.

There was barely anything on him.

I was looking at a skeleton.

This wasn't my best friend.

This was a disease.

I hadn't known he'd gotten this bad.

He always wore baggy hoodies, hiding his figure from me.

I had been watching him kill himself.

But I was determined he wouldn't fight his demons alone.

"I'm sorry." He said, before bursting into loud, choking sobs.

It was only then that I realised his cheeks weren't the only ones that were wet with tears.

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A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for not updating for a while.
Wow this book blew up thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy what I have in store!