Phil's hands were trembling as he typed another text
Amazingphil: dan...please
He was okay wasn't he? Probably on holiday. He meant that he couldn't bear talking to Phil again, that's what that last text was. Not anything else. He wasn't gone. He just fucking wasn't.
Phil went downstairs to get some cereal, he was just about to pour the milk in when his phone buzzed from the corner. He rushed over to see if it was dan and saw this:
Danisnotonfire: I'll be okay just please forget about me because I don't want to hurt you like you've hurt me.
Phil sat back on his chair and tears gently rolled down his cheek. He had hurt his only love through sheer stupidity and tiredness, and now it was too late. He couldn't make this up to him. Not even if he tried. Phil went upstairs to his bathroom and opened the drawer. He was a worthless being anyway...a razor shouldn't affect that.
