Sweet Pea (26/34)
Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Thank you for all of your comments for this story and for all of the love! As you know, this fic was nominated for the @phanficawards for many awards (Edge of the Seat, Best angst, Best slow burn, best chaptered, and best of the best) and those awards are now open for voting!!! So head over to the phanficawards blog on tumblr if you’d like to vote for this fic for any of those categories :D As always thanks to @snowbunnylester for editing this! The lyrics at the top of the story are from Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars
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Chapter Twenty-Six
No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget. No matter how many lives I live I will never regret. There is a fire inside of this heart and a riot about to explode into flames.
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There was something on Phil’s mind and he couldn’t seem to get it to go away, no matter how hard he tried.
Recently, Phil had been feeling a bit strange around Dan. Not necessarily a bad strange. But he didn’t really know if it was a good strange either. He thought it was fine most of the time, almost as though nothing was amiss, but then suddenly, Dan would say something and Phil’s entire body would feel hot all over, almost like he was going to faint. His chest would feel like it was going to collapse in on itself, and Phil would often obsess over the words that Dan had said all throughout the day.
Normally the words were just small comments, ones that weren’t unusual for Dan. Phil would sputter when Dan told him that he looked nice. He would inhale sharply as Dan told him how he had fun with Phil. Fuck, sometimes Dan didn’t even have to say anything, would just smile brightly, and Phil’s lungs would suddenly give up on him.