I went to his grave again. I just wanted to read his epitaph one last time before, I too, become an apparition to this life. I know that must seem indiscriminate but, my best friend, my old boyfriend,Dan is buried here. He always had an ample amount of love. I'm still aghast about his death seven years ago at the age of twenty five. He would be thirty two next month. My proximity for death itself too, will be soon. I some how feel the death arising. I'm very disdain now. Nothing in life matters now that Dan is gone. I know you are intrigued with my story, and who I am. I could tell you my story but it's prodigal to tell. I must say, you shall judge, and try to break me, but you can't. I'm already broken. My name is Philip Michael Lester and I say five short words before I depart. It's all an ethical lie.
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Wasteful-Phan
FanfictionThis is a short story I wrote for my LA class. Phil is slowly dying without Dan Warning: talk about suicide, death, and depression Suicide is not said but it it obvious I apologize if it is horrible I'm not a good writer :/
