Warning: Major character deaths, mentions of blood, extreme grief.
Disclaimer: In no way to I "own" Dan and Phil. This is entirely (thankfully!) A work of fiction, with no correlation to real life events or relationships.
~We Never Saw It Coming~
Dan Howell was sitting on the sofa in his flat, laptop on his lap.
It was getting dark, but he couldn't be bothered to get up and put the lights on. Normally he would have whined at Phil Lester, his flatmate, until he did it, but- Dan resolutely stopped the thought there.
He sighed and sunk deeper into his browsing position, eyelids drooping, the blue glow of the screen the only light in the silent room. He was just dropping off to sleep when-
Knock knock. Someone banged on the door, jerking him out of his doze. He recognized that knock. How could he not? He leapt up, laptop forgotten on the floor, and wrenched the door open. Sure enough, standing on the doorstep was Phil Lester, looking exactly how Dan remembered him, eyes alight in a warm smile.
He stared at him in shock. "Phil? What... what happened?"
"Dan?" Phil said, confused by Dan's reaction, "I only went to the shops!"
"I... I guess I had a bad dream," Dan said slowly. "I thought you..." he trailed off.
"I'm fine," Phil said cheerfully, "Now are you going to let me in or not?"
"Oh... oh, yes," Dan said, moving to let Phil into their flat.
Dan stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Phil unpacked the shopping bags. He'd got all the normal things, including a big box of Dan's cereal to make up for what he had eaten, but something didn't feel right to Dan.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was...
"Phil," Dan said suddenly, "Do you love me?"
Phil looked up in surprise. "'Course I do, Dan," he replied, but the sinking feeling in Dan's chest wouldn't stop.
"Kiss me, then. Kiss me and I'll know it's true." He begged, staring into Phil's eyes, the feeling of falling becoming stronger.
Phil suddenly looked indescribably sad. He said, in a voice so gentle it hurt to listen to, "I'm sorry, Dan. You know I can't do that. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Dan..."
-and Dan awoke with the sensation of falling, Phil's last words echoing in his ears. Goodbye, Dan...
The flat was still dark, still quiet, still empty. He was still alone. Phil Lester, the beautiful, funny, amazing man was gone.
It was all vivid in Dan's mind, every memory he had tried his very best to forget were back, pouring over him, crushing him, drowning him in grief and regret.
Phil had stuck his head round Dan's bedroom door, telling him that he was just going to get some milk. Dan had reminded him to bring his keys, and Phil had laughed with his tongue between his teeth the way he always used to...
No, stop, don't go there, don't think about that, don't think about him...
He had seen Phil coming back along the street from the window, so he had opened it and waved, Phil waved back and held up the milk, as if to prove he had really got it and not been distracted, and...
Oh, God, no, stop, please...
Phil had crossed the road, he hadn't seen the car, he never saw the car, but Dan did, oh, yes Dan did...
No. No... Dan got up and ran to the door, down the steps, trying to escape himself, scared of the pain, the pain of losing Phil...
Dan had never run faster down the steps, he had raced out to where Phil was lying, the car hadn't even stopped, his blood was red on the black tarmac, and Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, Dan's Phil was dying, the light leaving his beautiful blue-green-yellow eyes...
Dan pushed through the doors and out into the cold night, blinded by tears.
He didn't see the car. He never saw the car.
Goodbye Dan...
Thanks for reading. Reviews are much appreciated, I always want to improve my writing!
