I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Dan:
I stood swaying from side to side, quickly sobering in the serious situation.
Oh God.
This wasn't real, this wasn't happening: this couldn't be happening.
Oh, but it was.
I could still feel the tingling of my lips, the electric currents on my neck, the lust pooled in my lower stomach...
The dread settling on my chest, the pain flowing through my cheek, through my heart.
There was a literal ache in my chest, right where my heart was supposed to be, as if someone was ripping it apart with their teeth.
Heartbreak is real, kids. Look forward to it.
Who was I kidding, I clearly had no heart to break: I'd just snogged my anxious best friend in front of my insecure girlfriend.
What had I done?
I bought my phone out, fumbled through my contacts for a taxi service, and booked one; I needed to get home, sober up, and fix this.
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Polaroid (A Phan AU)
FanfictionThe polaroid photo - people say if you shake it, it will develop faster, but in truth it just ruins it. Phil is a working class, geeky, lonely boy toddling through life with his camera. When his family falls on hard times, he is forced out of his b...
