The bags

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<<10 days since Phil went missing>>

< Dan's POV>

Whoever knocked didn't care. They didn't come back.

I had to go and make something to eat.. I didn't want to. But I paced down the hall hands hung low, digging my nails into the soft wrinkled skin of my palms, enduring the numb tingling feeling that surged it's way through them.

The bags.. The bags from that day still lay in the exact same place, crinkling now and then. No cereal, as always. Phil snacked on them whilst we watched some Anime during the morning, sneakily of course. He knew I would've started exaggerating the amount that he had eaten in the past few days if I caught him; although I knew he was still doing it anyway.

I had to go get the new cereal from the bag. I had to ruin the silence with the crinkling of the bag. I had to ruin the way it lay on the ground; just before he gazed at me and leant in to kiss me.

I ruined it by moving it.

I ruined it by moving.

I ruin everything by moving.

I guess maybe I should just stop moving.

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