Phil's eyes widen in realization and then his lips are on mine again and the passion of it almost makes me melt. He wraps his arms around me and pulls closer as we kiss. I finally pull away to breathe and look at him in a daze.
"I love you too," he murmurs, staring longingly into my eyes.
The whole scene feels like something out of a story. Maybe I'm dreaming, and if so, I never want to wake up. It feels like it all happened so fast.
"What does this make us?" I ask quietly.
"Well... do you want to be my boyfriend? Only if you want to, of course."
A small smile graces my lips as I nod, wrapping my arms around him.
"I love you so much," he whispers.
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Help Me Live || Phan
أدب الهواةThis 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...
