the chaos of longing, phan

five

The time working in the orphanage passed so fast and now, Dan was standing in Phil's doorway alone, waiting. The key given by Phil was forgotten in his own bedroom.

Dan had left the orphanage thirty minutes ago before he went to the market then stopped at Phil's. The sky had gradually turned from golden amber to dark, dark blue; it was five in the afternoon and why is Phil so god damn late.

The spring air was still too icy. He blew on his hands and rubbed them together, trying to stay warm. There were only small sounds of rustling bushes and the howl of the wind. Dan stared at the things he was holding onto firmly, feeling his eyelids became heavier.

He thought about walking around to find Phil, but those baking stuff in his hand were too heavy and he was so tired he didn't want to move a single muscle.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, Dan lost his patience and all his energy but Phil was still nowhere to be seen. Phil you asshole. With tears slightly blurring his vision, Dan glanced over at the house one last time and slowly, slowly walked back home.

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"That poor boy."

Dan heard his mother said with a broken voice through the front door of their house. He stopped in his tracks, a hand remained gripping the door handle tightly.

"Charlotte must be devastated." His father replied quietly.

Dan opened the old wooden door, walking into the house with a bag of flour and a carton of milk; then slowly closing it with his foot. His parents sitting on the couch, both turned around and stared at him shockingly. "Daniel!"

"Hey...What's wrong?"Dan asked hesitantly. He could see the tears in their eyes.

"I thought you were staying late to help Ms.Carter?"His mother asked.

Shit.

"Eh, she said she can handle it. "He muttered awkwardly. "And I bought milk...yeah..."

"Oh, Daniel" His mother was obviously not paying attention to his reply. She wiped a few tears off her cheeks.

"Have you heard the news about Leo?"

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