
Why am I so fucking scared to talk about this? Its just Phil. Whats the worst thing that could happen? My anxiety attack didnt go down. Now, my fingers and toes felt so cold that it seemed like they were going numb. Fuck. This isnt helping. Just do it. I took a deep breath and walked out of my bedroom. I started to shake slightly as i walked down the hall. "Phil?" i called out once I got close to the living room. It felt like i was crying. Wait, I am. Why am i crying? Im such a mess. "Yeah?" "I-I need to talk to you." I said as I walked into the living room. Phil looked away from the television to look at me. "Dan? Whats wrong? You're shaking!" Fuck. He can tell. I went and sat down next to him on the couch. "Phil, c-can we adopt a child?" "Dan, I don't think we're ready. What about our fans?" "I know." I said hanging my head. "Im sorry I even asked." I got up slowly and left the room. I went back to my room.All Rights Reserved
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