Chapter Thirteen - Dan:
Phil was crying when he called me, choking out breaths like it was something he was forcing himself to do. And then he said it, those two words that felt like my ribs had caved in.
And then we sat in silence, listening to each others breaths through the receiver, trying to use telepathy to understand how the other was feeling- what they were thinking.
And then he hung up.
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FanfictionSummary: Dan draws, Phil doesn't. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn't talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil's reckless, Dan's not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mang...
