TW: mentions of self harm
I didn't know what to do. The newest note from the Pianist came with four red splotches on it. They looked smudged, as though the Pianist had tried to get rid of them, but I knew what they were. Blood.
Screw my theory, I had to take destiny into my own hands. I had an idea of who the Pianist was, and I had to find him. I was not about to let this blood go to waste. Shoving the note into my mouth, I headed out of the music room.
I didn't know Daniel's schedule so I had no idea where he'd be now. There was only one lesson left. I'd have to wait until tomorrow to confront him, unless I got lucky.
Sure enough, I got lucky. Before going to English class, I went to the bathroom and j-lo and behold: Dan Howell was standing at the sink.
He lowered his gaze when he saw me enter, but I walked toward him.
"You're the Pianist, aren't you?" I asked.
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The Pianist
FanfictionDan and Phil are high school students who have never spoken to each other... or so they think. The two twinks exchange words through anonymous notes until Phil finally confronts Dan. What happens next will blow your dick off... --- disclaimer: the s...
