" For what?" I asked, my eyes widening as Emma's words sank in.
Emma's words.
"Wait... did you just ..." My words trailed off as I struggled to put my thoughts into a cohesive sentence.
Emma nodded, her hair falling over her face to hide the embarrassment I noticed starting to seep into her features.
"Your voice is so pretty!" I exclaimed.
I really meant it.
From the few syllables I'd heard alone, I was enchanted with visions of flowers falling from trees, of fruit being plucked off a stem, of the wind whispering in the bushes, twigs crackling in the forest...
I'm a lesbo, Dan.
"I know, I know!" I laughed, putting my hands in the air in mock surrender.
"I just wanted to compliment you."
"I'm so proud of you."
"I'm so proud of you." Phil said, hooking my curly hair around his fingers.
"Why?"
My eyes fell on my arms, fresh cuts bandaged up in white fabric as if I'd broken my arm.
As if it had been an accident.
"Because you're trying. You'd been two weeks clean, Dan. That's amazing."
"I still cut though, didn't I? I've made you sad."
My fingers traced over where I knew the cuts were through the bandage.
"I'm only sad you didn't come to me."
Phil gently lifted my hand away from the bandage and held it tight.
My hands were warm in his.
"I want you to realise I'll always be here. You don't need to turn to a knife - turn to me."
I looked on as the memory of Phil faded away.
His words were quiet against the muffled sobs that wracked my body.
Pieces of me were falling apart and I didn't have my Phil to keep me together.
Emma held me close to her, her fingers entangled in my curls.
But they didn't fit as well as Phil's.
Nothing would.
I was so cold.
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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...
