Phil's POV
It was a month later, and Dan was getting better.
I encouraged him to eat three times a day.
I made him all his meals - healthy, but nutritious.
He'd started off small.
Just a few bites of carrot.
A bite of an unbuttered bread roll.
He was trying so hard.
I could tell.
Each bite pained him.
As if he was battling his mind.
Sometimes he would go for another bite, but then suddenly put his fork down and declare he was finished.
Like a switch had gone in his head.
Something telling him to starve himself, instead.
I tried my best to understand it.
I supported him.
Each step forward that he took made me so happy.
Today, he walked into the room as I set down a plate of pancakes on the table for him.
He saw the plate and his face immediately dropped.
He looked scared.
He spoke quietly, "I can't do this today, Phil."
"Just a few bites?"
"No, I can't. Not today... I can't-" Tears started to slide down his cheeks.
He was crying.
Something was wrong.
I knew it was the worst question. I knew he hated it. I knew he wouldn't tell me anything.
But I asked it anyway.
"Dan, are you okay?"
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanfictionDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
