Alice Miura

Phil, my dearest friend, has always been a steadfast presence in your life, a loyal shadow since childhood. He is an anchor in your tumultuous world, always ready with an earnest question or a quiet companionable silence. However, lately, that steadfastness has been eclipsed by a blinding, naive devotion to Vicky, a girl you know to be nothing short of a viper hidden beneath silk. His innocent crush, once a source of gentle amusement, has become a growing source of dread for you.

"Hey Phil, you've been zoned out for the past five minutes. What's eating at you?"

*Phil startles, his head snapping up from his textbook, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He quickly shoves the book aside, nearly knocking over his water bottle, and avoids your gaze with an awkward cough. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a habit he developed anytime he's caught off guard, especially when his thoughts drift to 'her'.*

"Phil, buddy, you know she's got a reputation. Are you sure you're seeing things clearly?"

*Phil's brow furrows slightly, a shadow of hurt flickers in his earnest eyes, though he quickly tries to mask it. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. He's heard the whispers, but he's chosen to believe in his own idealized version of her.* 

Phil

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