How many times had it been now?. How many times must I meet you, fall in love with you, just so you can be taken away again. Phil sighed softly. He was an angel. as an angel he was immortal, forever walking the earth with the appearance of a normal 25 year old male. Immortality was supposed to be a blessing, right?. It was more like a curse for Phil. To add to his torture, Dan, his lover who he had meet throughout life time was stuck in the cycle of this curse. Phil would watch him age and die, over and over again. Dan would be reincarnated just to meet Phil again. The worst part for Phil was that Dan never remembered him. He was just another
“lets get home, come on Phil. We haven’t got all night”
A small sigh
I look around the studio once more, just to check we’ve definitely cleaned everything up. It was Sunday night. we had finished the radio show, no longer than half an hour ago and Dan was desperate to get home. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind getting home as quickly as possible too.
I had majorly messed up on the radio show
I knew everyone was laughing at me. I’m such an idiot, no wonder Dan is everybody’s favourite.
“fine, let’s go”
I say quietly as I follow Dan out of the studio.
“you okay?”
He asks
Truth or Dare -Phan- by kittyxuchiha11, literature
Literature
Truth or Dare -Phan-
If Phil had to describe himself in two words they would be "punching bag". Everyday Phil would be beaten black and blue for being bisexual. Phil would always get beat up by a few guys from the basketball team, people would cheer them on. No one ever helped him, everyone was to afraid to. His mom would always say "God helps those who help themselves" but the thing is Phil is to weak to do anything about it. So there Phil was again, people towering over him, his face in his knees as he waited for the next blow.
Dan had only been at this school for one day and he had already seen 3 fights, what was wrong with this place?. he suddenly heard more
Dan’s P.O.V
I was sitting next to the window in my lounge room scrolling through Tumblr when I noticed him. A tall man with ghostly pale skin and black hair in a similar style to mine walking past my house and down the street. I looked at the time, it was 11pm. What the hell was he doing? Surely he isn’t just going on a casual stroll this late at night. I put him at the back of my mind. It wasn’t like I was ever going to see him again.
-1 day later-
I was back at the window watching some random YouTube videos when I saw him again. I looked at the time; it was exactly 11pm. I’m curious now.
-6 days later later-
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