-dan's pov-
~*~
i'd never been one
for clichés and
platitudes,
but to say i did not
enjoy what was
happening before my
very eyes would be
one of the biggest lies
i had ever told.
as the rain poured
down, we raced through
puddles to find shelter.
this shelter was
eventually located
in the form of a small
café, which strangely
enough was open at
this hour.
"24/7 café," the barista
had said as she placed
down two mugs of coffee.
"it's for the night owls."
and with that she
returned to her post
by the counter,
leaving phil and i
alone.
the fire which blazed
before us, illuminated
our faces with a warm,
orange glow; reminding
me of happier times.
phil sipped slowly on his
coffee, stopping every
once in a while to relish
in its scent and warmth.
we remained in silence
for what seemed like an
age, but it was all i could
have asked for and more.
there was no fighting;
no hatred;
no fear.
just the feeling of content.
it was only when i began
to doze that phil spoke up,
shaking me from the dream
i was slipping into.
his eyes looked tired.
not in the sleepy kind
of way,
but in the way that showed
he'd been through too much;
that he was done with the
world.
it hurt me to know that he
too had gone through what
i had.
in the silence of the café,
phil's voice rang out; clear,
like a bell.
despite the slight croak,
it was unmistakeable what
words escaped his lips.
"make it stop, dan.
let it end."
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A/N: whOOPS. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT. (also I hope someone gets the reference to a song I put in this chapter)
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Fanfiction"goddamn right, you should be scared of me" {this fan fiction contains some very triggering topics}
