Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance //trigger warning// //dans pov// "do you love me phil ?" "maybe i do"

Not understanding feelings for others is hard. Not understanding attraction is hard. But it's even harder when you don't understand yourself. Trust is hard when you can't trust yourself.

When Dan dies from a sudden sickness Phil finds it hard to let go. //Don't steal\\

you're the color of everything that's ever meant anything

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

"and you're my moon." "your moon?" "you help light my way through dark times."