You're just like a pill // Phan Oneshot

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It had been four days since Phil had  said that he was going on a trip. A trip in which he would meet someone. A trip in which he would get drunk and send Dan pictures of him kissing another man.

Most people would break up with them, maybe slash some tires and then move on. Of course Dan Howell hadn't, he had cried for a couple of hours before deciding that, Phil didn't mean it. He was drunk.

And when Phil had gotten back from the trip and said sorry, Dan forgave him.

And when Phil got drunk and brought another man back to their house, phil had said sorry, Dan forgave him.

And when Phil punched Dan in  the side for seemingly nothing, Dan had forgave him.

Because without Phil, he would be nothing. He would be a druggie that had ran out of drugs. He would be an apple tree with no apples. He would be nothing.

At least that's what Phil had said when he had gotten drunk and started screaming at Dan.

"You fucking whore, nobody gives a fuck about you. Nobody would care if you jumped off a bridge. Do it. I dare you. Fucking slut."

Dan forgave him.

Phil didn't forgive Dan when Dan threw out the alcohol.

And Dan knew he couldn't forgive Phil. When he found him dead, presumed suicide, drowning in his own blood, with a blank look on his face and a note.

"Don't forget"

And when Dan was found two months later floating in a river, the world knew that life was too short to forgive and forget. One boy, found in a river, one in a bathtub, and thousands trapped inside of their own minds.

The world never forgot.

Because anybody without love is simply just a druggie without drugs.

(This is entirely fiction, if you are getting abused at all please tell someone.)