Moving to London, finally. New people, new home, new life. You can forget all of your problems back in North America, with the help of someone special... _____________ Forewarning: I wrote this story many years ago, so I apologize for all the spelling mistakes, grammar issues and the overall overused plot. My writing has since improved, but I'd rather not edit and correct all these things for the sake of looking back on how much I've grown and changed, writing-wise. Thanks for your understanding!

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

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)