AN: Please let me know what you think!
It had been a week since he had heard his contagious laugh. One week since he had looked into those beautiful eyes. One week since he had lost his best friend.
He remembered receiving a phone call, informing him of the accident. It wasn't anyone's fault; it had been raining and the car swerved out of control. It probably would've been easier if someone was guilty because now he just kept blaming himself.
He entered the bathroom, bare feet against the cold tile floor. He hadn't eaten in a week so he was forced to hold onto the sink for support. He stared at the mirror and an unrecognisable face stared back. This person had matted brown hair, sunken cheeks and dead, brown eyes.
As he stood there, looking for any signs of familiarity that would tell him that the reflection really was his, he thought back to the funeral. He felt numb that day and a few days after until it finally sunk in. Phil was gone.
He vaguely remembered people getting up on the stage and speaking words they didn't mean about someone they hardly cared for. Things that were barely true about someone they didn't really know. People expected him to go up on stage and give a speech as well but he still hadnt accepted the facts so he was unable to bring himslef to do it. How are you supposed you to say goodbye to someone when you aren't ready to? When you never will be ready to?
People gave their hollow condolences, just as hollow as Dan felt. They told him that they were sorry for his loss and that they were ready to do anything Dan wanted. But that was what was wrong. Dan only wanted Phil back and that was the one thing he could never have. They told him that he needed to go home and get some rest, but they didn't understand; Dan no longer had a home. for him home was where Phil was. And now, Phil was gone⦠and he had taken everything Dan loved with him.
Dan rolled the tiny glass bottle over in his hand. He examined the small tablets it held. He knew what he wanted to do. What he had to do. This was for him, for his peace of mind, for him to stop tearing himself apart every night.
He unscrewed the cap, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. He emptied half the contents into his hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suddenly feeling more alive than he had all week.
He swallowed all the pills in one go and sunk down to the bathroom floor. He felt a tear, which he didn't know he had in him since he had cried himself dry, run down his cheek. Within minutes he was feeling light headed and dizzy.
"I'm coming home, Phil," he whispered with a soft smile. He felt himself going numb and could feel the darkness taking hold of him but it was soon scared away by a bright light. Dan was blinded by it and had to blink several times before he saw a pair of peircing blue eyes and that breathtaking smile.
