❝he could still see the flames engulfing what had once been his childhood home. feel the heat radiating and making his pale skin tingle and burn. hear his own screams over the faint sound of crackling wood. he was certain that he would never rid himself of that night. the memory would forever haunt him; tainting his heart, weighing him down, consuming him.❞ // in which phil lester, a grieving boy left without a family nor a home, finds comfort in the arms of the worst person possible.All Rights Reserved