Regrets. [Phan fic.]

I stuck my hand out to my best friend, my lover. "p..Phil, please, don't. i-i need you here, more than you think.." I sobbed, my eyes glazing over with tears. Phil frowned softly, beginning to push his feet off the edge. "Phil, please!" I cried, trying my hardest to climb over the fence. "I..I can't lose you!"
Phil looked down, tears spilling over his dull, lifeless eyes. "t..That's not what you said, earlier..y..You said, you hated me..a..And you wished I was dead.."
"I didn't mean it, Phil!" I yelled, getting a leg over the fence. "Please, take my hand.." I sniffed, outstretching my hand.