"Why are you wearing a jumper?" His voice asked, the words echoing in the quietness of the room.
"I'm fine. I told you."
"Really, Dan? It's boiling in here! Let me see."
I moved away, shaking my head, wiping stray tears from my cheeks.
"Dan."
"I'm clean! There's nothing to see!"
"Well then show me, if there's nothing to see."
His hands reached out to gently take my arm and pull up the sleeve.
I watched as the fabric revealed endless marks.
Like a minefield.
My wrist displayed old memories, and I turned my arm so that I couldn't see it.
I didn't want to remember.
Pj was scanning my skin with his eyes.
He was searching for one, just one, fresh cut.
But he found nothing.
It had been years. Only scars remained now.
But each scar held a painful memory. An angry thought.
I pulled my sleeve back down, concealing my failures once more.
"Why the jumper? Why not a shirt like normal? I thought you said you didn't care what anyone else thought?"
"I don't. It's just... without Phil, I feel so cold."
Peej didn't say anything, just nodded his head in solemn understanding.
"He was always there. The person that kept me going. And now he's... gone." I tried my best to keep my tears back.
"I know. I'm sorry. But you have to keep going." Pj moved forwards, wrapping me in another hug, which I returned.
But it wasn't the same as a hug from Phil.
I still felt so far away from everything.
So cold.
"He'll be back." Pj said.
"I hope so."
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
