Beating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made me feel."
my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)
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]
