poetry boy :: phan

he was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suicide. if there are any specific trigger warnings, send a DM please!

Speak [ phan ]

" we're friends right? well, you can't really tell me otherwise anyway, which is probably why we're friends. " Or the story of an overenthusiastic boy called Phil, who has trouble shutting up, and a reluctantly mute boy called Dan, who's life is falling apart, and how they both come to realise that sometimes - actions...