Dan wakes up on something soft.
He cracks his eyes open only to see an unfamiliar room.
He is lying on a soft bed with bright blue and green bed sheets that are clean and comfortable.
He hears a door open and snaps his head up to look at the figure.
It's Phil.
It's always Phil.
He sits next to Dan's lying form and runs his hand through Dan's hair.
It's thick with grease and dirt but Phil doesn't care.
Dan doesn't either because Phil's hands are soft and he melts into the touch.
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Tragedy // Phan
FanfictionWhen life's got you down, you're supposed to get back up. What if you stay down? *trigger fuccking warning* for ALL my fics, just don't read em, but this one especially, okay?
