the chaos of longing, phan

eight

The boy who graduated from medical school at the age of nineteen. Phil had been that one person people always talked about since he moved to this town.

A year later, besides his good reputation, people had truly grown to love and respect Phil; he was cheerful, patient, considerate, basically a people pleaser, if you ask Dan.

And people looked up to Phil. He would've had a bright future ahead of him if he stayed where he came from: better education, better job, bigger opportunity to be successful... but he'd chosen to move to this small, old town alone; he'd brought modern medication to this place, instead of pursuing a career in a big city.

Almost a year ago, on a warm Sunday morning, lying under the oak tree outside of the orphanage, softly, Dan had asked him.

"Why did you move here?"

And the one simple reply had made Dan huff loudly and turn his head to glare at Phil, who leaned against the tree, looking down at Dan with the most innocent expression ever.

"I don't know."

"Liar."

"Dan. Just shut up and enjoy your damn birthday!" Phil joked, reaching behind his back; his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "And look at this freaking incredible gift I bought for you!"

They'd only known each other for about three months at that time, but they had clicked so well that everyone thought they'd known each other since forever.

"Oh my God!" Dan gasped, sitting up immediately. He had the biggest smile on his face, showing the adorable dimple on his rosy cheeks, and it made fireworks burst in Phil's chest.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream...I love it..." Dan had been on the edge of tears, and when he'd open the book, there was a white daisy tucked in in the first page like a bookmark.

Dan had ugly cried, hugging his best friend tightly.

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