Pour Toujours

Introduction

"He's in a severe condition. We don't exactly know what he took, yet, but once we know what's going on we'll come update you. His stomach's being pumped at the moment, so no visitors." Dr. Foster gave us a small smile, and disappeared behind the double doors.

"Why?" I mumbled. It was the only question I had. "Why?"

"No, I'm doing much better. I promise." You fucking liar. "Just...trust me." and I did..

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"We'll be together forever, yeah? I see it, I see us getting married and having a life together. Look, it's been seven years, what could rip us apart at this rate?" I gave him a smile along with a kiss on the cheek. "You're right. I love you."

"And I love you." we shared a kiss, both screaming as all of this year's graduates chucked their caps in the air. "Pour toujours."

That was only months before. He'd gotten a job, moved in with his best friend, and became some what popular with some of the newest young celebrities of Europe. He was doing so well..

"Hey, Dan. I-" as I entered his room, I looked up to see his arms covered in blood, and an empty pill bottle on the side of his bed. "Dan? Dan what the fuck did you do?"

I realized that was a stupid question to ask, but at the time my brain wasn't functioning.

"Phil? PHIL." Dan's flatmate rushed into the room, crying out as he seen Dan and ran out, coming back a moment later on the phone. I honestly wasn't paying attention to anything. My whole body was in shock, I couldn't say anything other than 'Phil.'

Now wasn't much different. I could walk, talk, even cry a little. But all the same, I was on auto pilot. Dan had to be okay, he always was. They could get it out of his system in time... Right?