Phan Oneshots

I'm sorry Dan.

A/N: I hope you guys like this oneshot. I am kinda rubbish but oh well. x'D I try. I don't know where I got the idea from, I just thought about it for some reason. I am so sorry about how sad this will be. I will add a happy ending.

Word Count: 2671

Trigger warning: This contains suicide and it is also very sad. 

Dan's POV

Phil had asked me to do the shopping today as he woke up in a strange mood. He was tired and never really looked at me. His voice cracked a few times when he tried to say a sentence... but other than that he told me he was fine. Just didn't feel well.

I debated leaving him, and in the end I did. I left the apartment to do my shopping. "I'll see you later Phil! I won't be long!" I shouted to him before leaving. "Okay! I love you Dan! I might not be here when you get back though..." I heard him shout bye and I love you.. but he mumbled the rest. I shrugged it off. "I love you too Phil!" I shouted back before I  grabbed my coat shrugging it on and walked out of the apartment closing the door behind me and left for the store. 

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Once I got back, I walked in and placed the bags onto the counter top. I took my coat off and put it on the coat hanger by the door. "Phil? I'm back!" I shouted into the eerily quiet apartment. "Phil?" I shouted again, hearing quiet sobs coming from the bathroom. My heart started beating faster. "Phil?!" I shouted again as I started to walk to the bathroom. 

The sobs got louder as I got closer. As i tried to open the bathroom door, the door wouldn't open. "Phil?" I asked with more concern. My palms started sweating. my heard beat getting faster. "Phil open the door."

"I'm sorry Dan..." His voice was quiet. Almost a whisper. I could barely hear him becuse of his sobs. He sobbed more. "But I can't" Now I was terrified. What was going on in there? I did what anyone else would do. I forced myself against the door. Trying to get through. Finally the door barged open. Now I see why he wouldn't let me in.

He was on the blood covered floor, leaning against the wall. His arms limp by his side with dashes al up them. Blood still flowing from them. My eyes welled up and tears started to stream down my face. "I'm sorry Dan." His skin had gone a lot more pale than it should be, he looked weak. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed two towels, I ran back to his side and fell to my knees, ignoring the pain. I attempted to wrap the towels around his wounds. He kept moving his arms away from me.

"Don't." I said, and tried again once more. He refused to let me help him. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so eager to leave me?" I cried looking into his dull grey orbs. They didn't even sparkle with life and happiness any more. They were just a dull, lifeless grey. 

"I can't do it any more Dan. It was all my fault." I looked at him in confusion. "What was your fault? Nothing was your fault Phil. What are you going on about? Please just stop... let me help you! You're going to die!" I cried more. 

He slowly lifted his hand to cup my cheek. "Please don't cry. Please." His voice was raspy and quiet. His eyes barely open. He looked to his side and gabbed something. He looked back towards me and managed to pass it. It was a folded piece of paper. I took it and looked at it in my blood covered hands and looked back at him putting it in my jean pocket.

"I love you Dan. Never forget that." He tried his hardest to smile at me. "I love you too Phil. If you really love me, you won't leave me here like this. Not yet. Not like this." I cried more, placing my hand over his on my cheek, but took it away and into my own hand.

"I'm sorry Dan, but I can't. We all die some day. Weather it's now or when I'm an old man. I'll still die." He was barely speaking now. His eyes shut. "Phil. Phil please!" I shook his shoulders still crying. I stopped shaking him, and his chest wasn't moving. "No..." I put my hand over my mouth in dis belief.