"Are you a human?" I asked while my legs were on either side of Phil's thighs, my head perched up on his chest.
"I.. um," He stuttered. My interest peaked, did he know?
"Are you?"
"I don't think you're-"
"Are you hiding it from me?" My voice cracked, my hands clutching the front of his loose shirt.
"Yes."
"Why?" I sniffled, "Why are you hiding?"
"Because it'll hurt us both." He gently pushed my overgrown fringe behind my ear in a comforting gesture.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I choked on my own words as they flew out, I needed answers.
"I died, bear." He couldn't look at me, "I'm sorry."
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COLD HANDS ≫ PHAN
Fanfiction{PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED} He's not normal. I don't know what's wrong with him, but I love him.
