Dan is tired. So, so tired. Mentions of suicide and self harm . all cover pictures are my own

He enveloped me in his arms, his touch warm, as it always had been. He kissed the side of my throat, the spot where my pulse throbbed in a steady rhythm that became quicker when he kissed it, and his kiss was the same as it always had been. He smiled when he straightened himself and his smile was bright and contagious, as it always had been. His eyes, though, had changed. The blue still resembled my brothers', the twinkle was still there like the first evening star but the look in them was unexplainably different. But how?

Dan Howell is depressed. Phil Lester is not. Dan Howell doesn't want anyone to know. Phil Lester just wants to help. Dan Howell thinks he's alone. Phil Lester wants to be there. Dan Howell pretends he's okay. Phil Lester knows he isn't. ///// *trigger warning* and very short chapters [completed: May 9, 2016]

" my name's blurry face and I care what you think. " Dan Howell has an unknown condition where he cannot see faces - no matter what he wears or does - they are always a blur. The doctors nicknamed it 'blurry face', and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it; Dan will have to live without faces. That is, until he meets Phil Lester - the 'bad boy' of Dan's new school - who's face is strangely visible to Dan; much to Dan's wonder and Phil's distaste.

"New Kik Message!" Amazingphil: hello human bean Danisnotonfire: go away I suck at summaries but give this story a try {other celebrities mentioned} ****TRIGGER WARNING****

events in this story may be triggering also this is poorly written so it might contain grammer errors and such

[COMPLETED] when dan buys cigarettes to a store who has a cute shop assistant

" 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 can speak louder than words.

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Next time I smile... Look into my eyes and tell me what you really see...