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Dan lazily plucked the strings of his old guitar. He had just picked it up a few weeks ago for the first time in years. His hands were still more used to piano.
“Eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns, like rum on a fire...” He gently sang, his deep baritone voice filling their empty flat. He sang the whole song, letting his words float through the air, heavy with emotion.
(just keep breathing.)
He drew in a deep breath and sang out the last note of the song. He finished playing, laying his guitar next to him on the couch. He met his reflection's eyes in the blank television screen. He never realised he had begun crying, watching a fat tear roll down his cheek.
(just keep breathing.)
The doorknob turned. Dan had no time to react. It was only 4:48, not yet 6:00 like when Phil said he'd be home. Dan grabbed his guitar and held it close to his chest, his knuckles going white as his grip strengthened at the sight of Phil's smiling face. He seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe, Dan thought, Maybe he'd be okay tonight. Maybe they'd have a decent meal and go to bed without incident tonight.
(just keep breathing.)
“Phil! Y-you're home early!” Dan sputtered, plastering a fake smile onto his face.
“Yeah, Peej's mum called, so he had to leave early.” He narrowed his eyes, smile fading. “When did you ever play guitar?”
“I, uh, always have. Just decided to start again.” He nodded, grip tightening.
“Okay.” Phil walked past him and into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal. Dan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
(just keep breathing.)
He carried his guitar into his bedroom, leaning it against the wall, next to his piano. He shut and locked the door, breaking two rules at once. So much for a decent night. He layed on his bed, staring at the off-white ceiling. He hated the fact that he was scared of his best friend, his lover, his everything. His world.
(just keep breathing.)