(Dan's POV)
I wrote the note with care. All I could think about was Phil. His glowing eyes, his white smile. How could I stand leaving him? It was the only way to end my pain. But what pain would that give him and all of my family? They
wouldn't want me hurting or suffering the way I am now would they? A year streaked down my cheek and onto the old notebook page. I had to. I folded the page and put it in the envelope with Phil's name on it.
I would put it under his room door tonight once he was asleep and then I would do it so he wouldn't see any of it. More tears came flowing into the paper. I wiped them away and inhaled deeply. I had everything ready.
My plan; my note; and my mind.
Once it was about 12, I slipped the note silently under the door. I whispered, "Goodbye Phil.I'll miss you buddy."I walked back to my room and closed the door quietly as tears once again streaked down my face.
I got my knife from my drawer and looked at my reflection in it before swiftly plunging it into my chest. I had to. I fell to my knees as my blood ran down my body and onto the floor. I dropped completely to the ground
and slowly felt my life trickling away. My last words to Phil today rang in my head.
"Thank you for this extraordinary life."
That entire world slipped away into the blissful silence of eternal peace.