"You seem off today, Dan. What's up?"
I glance at Phil, shrugging slightly.
"C'mon, I want to help. I hate it when you're sad," he whines. I roll my eyes but turn to face him.
"I'm not feeling well," I mutter. He narrows his eyes.
"Well that's obvious. What's wrong?"
"M-my dad... he's just been drinking a lot, that's all."
Phil's expression softens and he touches my bruised cheek gently.
"I'm here for you no matter what, okay?"
I nod, blushing. I feel butterflies flying around in my stomach as I lean forward slightly, staring into his beautiful eyes. He tilts my head up and I can feel his breath on my face. Then our lips are connected and the butterflies explode into fireworks, making every inch of my skin tingle.
After a second, Phil pulls away, noticing my shocked expression.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I thought... ugh I'm so stupid!"
I shake my head quickly, grabbing his hand.
"I love you," I whisper.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanfictionThis is the prequel to Let Me Die. Dan Howell is sad. But its more than that. He's not just sad, he's depressed. His friend Phil wants to help him, but how can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? TW: cutting, depression, suicide, bulimia...
