Dan and Phil are the best of friends, but they both have a secret, the same secret. The more they hold it in the bigger the secret gets, how long will it take until the secret unfolds and will the world ever agree? Story by me, do not copy without permission
cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.
"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer
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