Dan's POV
"Please."
"Dan, no."
I'd been about to leave the house.
I got my running shoes, and my mp3, and was ready to leave.
Before I did, I swung my head around the door frame into Phil's bedroom, "Bye, Phil!"
He saw me and then saw my shoes and quickly stood up, rushing after me.
I was nearly at the door when he called, "Dan, where are you going?"
"Just out for a run."
"Dan, you can't."
"Why not? Exercise is good!"
"Not when you're like this. You're still too thin, Dan. You've been doing better this month - but I don't want you to start losing the progress you've made."
"Please."
"Dan, no." He sighed and ran his hand through his raven black hair.
"Alright. You can go running. But only if you let me start weighing you. If you lose weight, you stop running."
His eyes bore into my soul, blue-green, drawing in every piece of me, every insecurity, every lie. I was scared how much he was seeing, that he was going to find things I didn't want him to.
I just wanted to run. Not necessarily for the weight loss, although that would be a bonus, but for the kick. I hated my mind. Maybe, if I ran fast enough, I could outrun it.
I wanted to run. Even if it meant figuring out a way to make me heavier than I was.
"Okay." I replied to Phil. My voice shook as I said it and I cursed myself.
"Okay." The second time sound more assured, more confident.
Confident enough for Phil's eyebrows to unfurrow, and for him to tell me to phone if anything happens.
Then I was off.
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanficDan 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...
