you took my heaven away ; dh & pl group chat [✔]

twenty-one

bold is dan, italics is phil
due to popular demand

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Phil called Dan as soon as he ended his conversation with PJ. Phil was terrified, his hands shaking, his thoughts racing, his lip quivering. His thumb trembled as he pressed the 'call' button.

incoming call from PHIL

[accept] [decline]

Dan was done. He was ready to start over somewhere else, very far from here. He wanted to leave everything behind. No one liked him here, maybe if he just left, and came back as someone new, maybe, just maybe, he'd have some real friends. PJ was probably the closest thing he had to a best friend, but he still couldn't trust him with everything.

It would work.

He was going to do it.

He was going to end it, right here, right now.

But there was something stopping him.

He couldn't figure it out.

He wanted to put the gun to his head and pull the trigger, ending it all. But something was stopping him and he didn't know what it was.

Maybe just a certain raven haired boy with eyes like an ice skating rink; pretty, blue, and covered in scars.

And Dan Howell was just adding another one.

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I'm already working on a sequel ngl