Reunited (Phan)
"What the fuck?! Who are you?!" Dan recoils in disgust and shoves Phil off of him, making him stumble and fall to the ground.
"What? D-Dan?" Phil looks up at Dan, eyes beginning to burn at the corners.
"Who the hell is Dan? Get away from me you fucking creep!" Dan shouts at Phil, hatred and repulsion rolling off of his tongue.
Phil's heart begins to race and he clasps a hand over his mouth as tears begin to fall and trail over his fingers. He desperately reads Dan's face, hoping and praying that he's playing some sort of sick joke on him. Dan simply turns, fixing his hair and adjusting his jacket.
"Fucking sickos in London." Dan mutters to himself as the crosswalk opens and he trudges across.
Phil somehow manages to pick up his damaged body off of the ground, back and hands hurting from the fall, and turns away. He pulls the sleeve of his sweater down over his hand as he wipes his eyes, and leaves. He leaves with heavy steps and feeling as if a cinderblock had been dropped on his chest, tears rolling down his face.
"What? D-Dan?" Phil looks up at Dan, eyes beginning to burn at the corners.
"Who the hell is Dan? Get away from me you fucking creep!" Dan shouts at Phil, hatred and repulsion rolling off of his tongue.
Phil's heart begins to race and he clasps a hand over his mouth as tears begin to fall and trail over his fingers. He desperately reads Dan's face, hoping and praying that he's playing some sort of sick joke on him. Dan simply turns, fixing his hair and adjusting his jacket.
"Fucking sickos in London." Dan mutters to himself as the crosswalk opens and he trudges across.
Phil somehow manages to pick up his damaged body off of the ground, back and hands hurting from the fall, and turns away. He pulls the sleeve of his sweater down over his hand as he wipes his eyes, and leaves. He leaves with heavy steps and feeling as if a cinderblock had been dropped on his chest, tears rolling down his face.
