Phan stories

London's Calling

Phil's bright laugh echoed from the top of the Ferris wheel. He looked up from his half-eaten cotton candy and looked up at Dan who was staring intently at Phil's features. Phil laughed again and slid closer to Dan. Dan threw his arm around Phil and kissed the top of his head, "I love you Phil," He said, grabbing Phil's hand and intertwining their fingers. Phil smiled, saving this memory of the sunset, and Dan's voice in his ear. The feel of Dan's warmth pressed against him. "I love you too Dan." He murmured. Phil scanned across the fair setup and marveled at the pretty lights in contrast with the now navy blue sky.

Dan jerked his head up and realized it was only a sweet memory of Phil. A singe tear rolled down his cheek. He was watching Phil's videos, and slung his laptop across he room. "Shit!" Dan yelled and slammed his face into his pillow and began to sob as he remembered the first time he and Phil had kissed. More hot tears streamed from his eyes. He clung to every precious memory of his beloved Phil.

Dan pulled out a pen and paper and began to write.

Phil, I love you, and I'm sorry. I can't do it without you. I feel so alone without you, you are my everything. Goodbye my love.

Phil had said they "need space" and moved out. "Its only temporary," Phil had insisted. It's been three months now, and Dan needed Phil more than ever. Depressing thoughts consumed him to the point of numbness. Dan slowly rose from his bed and shuffled to the bathroom, looking into the mirror. He was a mess. Dan undressed himself and looked at the cuts he'd made on himself. He fell to his knees and began to sob again. His head fell into his palms as he cried Phil's name loudly. The sound was muffled by his hands.

He slowly crawled into the bathtub and turned it on. The sound of the rushing water was loud, and it only made the roaring in his ears louder. He laid in the tub, the warm water rushing over his cold feet. He grabbed the icy blade from the ledge in the bathtub and twirled it in his fingers. "I can't do this without you Phil.." he sobbed. He pressed the edge of the metal to his forearm and shoved it down hard. It sliced easily and Dan hardly felt it. His eyes watered. Dan reached for the antidepressants on the toilet and opened the bottle. He poured them all into his mouth and swallowed. It took about five seconds for his breathing to slow. He looked up at the ceiling and let more tears slide down his face before falling into nothingness.

Phil knocked on the door to the apartment with a large, exited smile. He waited for an answer, but heard nothing. He could hear the TV on, so Dan must be home. Maybe he was asleep, Dan was a light sleeper, so if he knocked again he would wake up. He knocked once more, this time calling Dan's name. Phil had been planning this surprise visit for about two weeks, and he had a bigger purpose than to just visit. He took the little black box out of his pocket and looked at it. His stomach flipped..today was the day. He grew worried and pushed the door open. Dan knew better than to leave his door unlocked. He could hear the bath running in the distance and went towards the bathroom.

The sight in front of him was like a scene from a horror movie. The tub was filled with blood, and a small orange bottle floated at the top. Dan's lifeless body lay in the bathtub. Phil held back tears, a choking sound came from the back of his throat as the image sunk in. He wailed loudly, "Dan?!" He rushed over to the tub and drug Dan's body over the edge and into his lap, where Phil stroked his beautiful, cold face. He sobbed over his beloved Dan's body and hugged it tightly. He noticed a note on the toilet, folded neatly, and in Dan's handwriting. He snatched it up and read through teary eyes the last words Daniel had written. "No...Please!" Phil sobbed. He was rocking back and forth with Dan's body in his arms. "I love you too my Dan..." He cried into the corpse's hair. He kissed Dan's head and lips, a part of him hoping this wasn't the end.

But it was...Daniel couldn't live without Phil...so he didn't. The neighbors had eventually heard Phil's wailing and came in to see the bloody sight. They had called an ambulance, and they had to drag Phil away from Dan. Dan's funeral was peaceful. Phil and Phil's parents came, along with Dan's parents and a few youtube friends and neighbors. Phil eventually lost his shit and went crazy. He was put in an asylum for three years, and when he got out, he killed himself too.

There was no heaven, no hell, no afterlife. Only goodbye internet forever for Daniel James Howell and Philip Michael Lester.

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