Bring Me Home // Phan

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He had finally stopped shaking, and his breathing had begun to slow.

"Phil?" He spoke up, voice croaky from screaming.

"Where are my blades?"

My heart stopped.
"You don't need them, Dan."

"I do. I do, I need them. Please, Phil. Please."
His brown eyes, sad and still releasing tears stared up at me, pleading.
"I need them."

"You don't."

"I do. Please. I'll only do a few - you can watch!" He was desperate.

"No, Dan. I'm not watching as you hurt yourself."

Suddenly, he got up and wandered over to the door.
It was quiet for a moment before a more determined voice came from his figure.
"If you don't give me my blades I'll find something else."

"Dan, don't do this, please."

"I'm sorry, Phil." He placed his hand on the handle of the door, and I quickly stood up, enveloping him in my arms.

"Don't. You don't need them. If I tell you where they are, you'll never stop. You'll keep on going until..."

A sob stopped me in my thoughts.
"P-please, Phil. Help me."

And that's what made me stop holding in my tears.

His voice, so wobbly.

He was so broken.

His mood was unstable, quickly changing.

He was crumbling before my eyes.

It was all I could do to kiss the lips of the broken boy before me. Sad, and lingering.

He didn't kiss back.

I felt his lips trembling, and another tear slipped down my cheek as I closed my eyes.

When I moved away, I held him as tight as I could in my arms, willing him not to slip though, planting kisses on his face and stroking my hands through his hair.

I couldn't let him leave.

I stayed with him until he fell asleep, carrying him to his bed and kissing his forehead.

"I love you."