
You would think forests sang from his wardrobe. Posters scattered across the walls. Paint splattered on random pieces of paper. A mess of his everyday life. Yet there's only silence; loneliness echoing throughout the house. Dan doesn't expect Phil's bedroom to be the complete opposite of his personality. It's like Phil has left nothing behind. Like he's only ceased to become a memory. Dan doesn't want that. He searches Phil's room for comfort, and instead, he discovers detachment. - Cover taken by meeee - I dedicate this to that fly that keeps annoying meAll Rights Reserved
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