"Hello Internet," his voice was shaking.
Each word was harder to say than the last one. His mouth shook and tears were welled up in his eyes. He took a breath and looked straight into the camera.
"My name… is Phillip… Lester," he continued slowly before taking another pause and breath, "This is a hard video to shoot, guys… This will be my last video… on the Internet."
It had almost a month since it had happened. No one really knew about it until now.
"I know… this channel… belongs—to—Daniel… James… Howell… but—but," a tear slid down his face, "He…h-has—p-passed… about—a—month… ago now… He is gone… and—so the channel… and the fandom… with it… w-will fall… away… in-into unkindled… ashes of… the unlit… fire…"
He took another breath and sighed; tears streaming quicker now.
"I'm—sorry... I'm—sorry—that—I d-didn't tell you… guys—sooner, but… but l-losing some-someone… you love is hard… a-and he… w-was that… to—to me… T-this is n-not a joke… nor s-silly goofiness. I-It is… reality… Long—live—the—memories… of our-our dear—dear friend… Daniel-… James… Howell. Long… live, Phan," the tears were flowing heavily now, "Long—live… the memories… even—if—t-they… w-weren't… s-so g-great."
Phil let him cry and wet his normally dry hands; not caring if they called him a pussy or cry-baby. As he began to talk again, he heard a voice from somewhere.
"D-Dan? D-Dan?!" Phil looked up off camera as the voice increased in volume, "D-Dan?"
"I was dreaming one night of your black hair and your blue eyes," the familiar voice began to sing as a light breeze fluttered in through the open bedroom window.
Phil stood slowly up from the chair he sat crying in front of his camera. He strolled over to the window where the breeze and voice came from. The voice faded in and out of audibility for Phil. His eyes scanned the cloudy streets outside of his apartment. Before he turned away, Phil's eyes saw something below him—rising slowly up and up towards his window.
"My tired eyes are blinded by the fairy lights," that lyric came into his sad mind as he stood there in that moment.
As it floated up past his window, he smiled and let tears fall again, but now in confusion and then being upset.
"Dan! Come back! I miss you! I love you! Please come back!" Phil cried out as it faded away along with the familiar voice.
"Phil," a voice said from behind him in the room, "I'm right here for you… Phillip Lester… Wake up; would you? Just wake up..."
Phil turned and as he did, he felt a hug from where the voice was. As Phil embraced the hug, he felt himself wiping away the tears and smiling.
"Wait—wake up?" the words confused him.
"Wake up; silly! It's our wedding day," someone familiar said as Phil felt his bed sheets surrounding him somehow.
