#dieofthatroar

🥰thank you! this is phil’s parents have come down to london for one of phil’s many many birthday celebrations, and they’re at a swanky restaurant before going to see Fun Home which is running in london in this dreamscape bc i say so

dan:

phil:

explicit

major character death

9 798 words

wip (last updated feb. 11, 2/6 chapters)

eric bittle/kent parson

“You’re—you’re Eric, right? Eric Bittle?”

“Call me Bitty,” he says. His eyes slip from Kent and trail out behind him into the snow-covered yard.

“Sure. I’m here because—”

“I can see why you’re here,” Bitty says, looking over Kent’s shoulder. Kent turns, knowing what he’ll see, but not believing that Bitty can see it too.

There, two feet from the passenger’s seat of the rental car is the flickering image of a boy. He’s made of silver and shadows, like what’s left after the light passes through a stained-glass window—the color drained out, a dullness in his breast. He’s eighteen and will always be eighteen, just like Kent has seen him every single day since the draft more than six years ago. The ghost of Jack Zimmermann.

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