01 Feb 2017
Dan’s facade crumbled. His breathing was the first to go, leaving his lungs with short gasps of air. He brought his hands up to press the heels of his palms into his eye sockets as tears trekked down his cheeks. Dan’s romantic life was always covered in a veil of sorrow, but never once had he cried over it. Never once did he let his walls down and just weep. Dan was relieved, so relieved but at the same time he was in despair. It was as if his fate had been set in stone, finalizing that he was and would forever be alone. In a world with its foundation dug heel toe into romance, he was someone who had to go without.
They flew down the street, not stopping for the howling they heard or the screeching of crows. In the blur of darkness, it looked almost as if the greenery around them had come alive and was running with them. The dimension in the trees that would have symbolized leaves while stationary now looked like snakes of vines chasing them down the long and windy road. A smile broke out on Phil’s face. He could see how someone would get addicted to that.
16 Nov 2015
They were laying on Phil’s couch, watching a movie. Maybe watching was a bad choice of words.
“You look so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, hair messed up, eyes blown. I love it.” Phil breathed, and Dan blushed more. A smile tugging at his lips, Dan brought his own to meet Phil’s once more in a single kiss.
‘I want you.’ Dan signed with a seductive glint in his eye.
“You look so pretty, sprawled out for me. Do you know how sexy you look?”