Dan's POV
I woke up that afternoon with my head leaning on Phil.
I quickly moved away, apologizing profusely whilst pulling down my sleeves.
Nervous habit.
I turned to look at him when I heard the twinkling sound of his laugh.
He wasn't annoyed.
Thank goodness.
Once he'd finished laughing, Phil turned off the TV and suggest 'Drawing Therapy'.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's supposed to help with anxiety."
I looked away, embarrassed.
"It's okay Dan, I'm not going to judge you. Just draw what you feel. It'll be fun, and I'll do one too!" Phil smiled over at me, and placed a box of colouring pencils on the table, alongside two pieces of paper.
I figured that Phil knew practically everything about me anyway, and reminisced about year 11 art lessons, whilst I reached for a pencil.
Ten minutes later, Phil looked over at my work. "Why is it all black?" He asked.
I added a final stroke of the pencil and moved back.
My voice came out quiet when I replied, "Because there's no colour in my world."
Phil looked at me thoughtfully, as if contemplating something.
Then he picked up a pencil and coloured in one of the figures.
Little did he know that figure was a representation of him.
Phil is the colour in my life.
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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...
