dan
i didn't run this time. they were fighting again, but i didn't put my shoes on and leave. i don't know why. maybe it's because i started this one. maybe it's because i didn't want to leave my brother to deal with it. maybe it's because all i want to do is talk to phil and he won't answer me.
it was two days ago that i woke up with phil in my arms. after i left, he didn't reply to my texts. i don't want to overwhelm him so i left him be after the second ignored text.
"it's all your fault dan is a gay failure! if you would've agreed to let me teach him how to be a man when he was younger like i wanted, he wouldn't be seeing that boy he does." my dad's voice got significantly louder, as if he wanted me to hear him.
my jaw clenches as well as my fists. i really wanted to punch him but i released my fists. he wasn't worth it and i didn't feel like it anyway. i was exhausted. utterly, mentally and physically, exhausted.
i really wanted to hear back from phil.
am i getting too attached? i've only known him for a little while. maybe i should try and distance myself from him. then i won't be so upset when he doesn't reply for days on end or when he doesn't even bother to talk to me.
little did i know, phil was thinking the exact same in his bed, many miles away.
