A list.
Ten things to do before I die.
It was scrawled down on a piece of paper that I hid in my wardrobe.
1. Buy a suit
Everything had to go perfectly.
I was to wear a suit.
I needed to look good when I was meeting God.
Or at least, I would look presentable to the people who would rush to my corpse in blind panic.
I bought it on the way home from visiting Phil.
My fingers brushed over the thousands of colours until I stopped at one.
It was Phil's favourite colour.
He'd love it.
The stitching was so beautiful, so refined. Not a single stitch was out of place.
I sucked my breath in through my teeth when I saw the price.
I couldn't spend this much on a suit...
What are you going to need the money for?
You'll be dead.
Fine.
I bought the suit, chewing on my lip as I input my pin number.
Money didn't matter.
It was just a material possession.
I wouldn't need it.
I got home, opening the door and trying to sneak past Emma's room and into my own.
But alas, fate had it that she would hear me return.
She opened the door, and stared for a few seconds.
Then she started writing furiously on her whiteboard.
What's the suit for? Are you going to a wedding? Who's getting married? Is it you? Or Pj? Can I come? I love weddings...
"It's not for a wedding. I just... saw it and thought it would be nice if I ever went to one. Plus, it reminded me of Phil."
Oh Dan. I'm so sorry about Phil. I'm sure he'll love it when he wakes up.
When he wakes up.
I almost laughed.
We all know that's not happening.
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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...
