Phil's POV
It's been seven years since that day. Seven years since he told me he'd had enough and walked out our door. Seven years since I had my heart shattered.
I still remember everything about that day. How it started like any other day. To be honest I didn't know something was wrong until he said he was leaving. He seemed to me to be lighter, just a little bit happier if anything. I didn't realize that it was because he'd figured out what was holding him back, keeping him from growing, changing. It was me. I was the problem, the one casting shadows he couldn't escape.
Did I mean to? Did I mean to keep him from flying? No. I just wanted... I just wanted him with me, by my side. I loved him and in the end it was my love that was crushing him. By loving him so much, I ended up being the one that tied him to the ground.
So on that day, when he told me he needed to leave, needed to be free, to breathe, I didn't say a word to make him stay. I should've, I kind of regret that I didn't. I should've begged him not to leave me, but I didn't. I stayed quiet until the front door had shut and his footsteps faded away.
It was then, when I could no longer hear him, that it hit me he was gone. At that moment I cried. I screamed. I cried and screamed and begged God that he would come back, that he'd say he'd made a mistake. That he truly belonged with me. I screamed and I cried and my voice grew hoarse.
After hours of the worst pain imaginable, a broken heart, my mind shut down. I didn't cry anymore. I just sat there, clutching the pillow that still held his sent. I stopped feeling, grew numb. Over the course of a few months I somehow, impossibly created a new routine in my life this time without him. My soulmate, my best friend was gone, had left me but I had accepted that. What else could I do? He had left me to grow, so I chose to grow as well. I had started making YouTube videos again. My life was manageable.
Over the course of these last seven years I've heard bits and pieces about him from our few mutual friends. I heard he went back to university. This time he stayed, graduated. I was so proud of him. He still makes the occasional video and I can't help but watch every one. My heart breaks a little when I do and yet just seeing him, even through a screen brings a smile to my face.
It's been seven years since I last saw him. I can't tell you that I'm happy. I'm not. I can tell you I'm okay on a good day and numb on a bad day. Don't expect me to be happy. Don't expect me to move on. My everything left me seven years ago, and I'm still here. Right where he left me, waiting for him to come back to me even if it takes forever. I've already waited seven years. I can wait forever if he makes me. I can wait.
Author's Note: This is a one-shot, but I couldn't leave it there. I had to write Dan's POV as well. It's finished beyond a little necessary editing.