Phil was dead.
Phil was dead.
Phil was dead.
No matter how many times Dan said it, it still felt unreal. His best friend, the person who had saved him, the person who had gave him light everyday, the person that made him happy. The person that would be there, no matter what happened. But not anymore.
Dan just stayed in the flat. He sat there and cried. He wouldn't stop. Hours and hours of crying. Thinking back on life, how great it was with his best friend. And how he'd never have it again.
No one could replace Phil.
Dan felt broken. And could never be fixed. Absolutely nothing could fix him. There was no point. And that, Dan understood.
(A/N: short chapter but ehhh)
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Dying To See You (PHAN)
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