I've decided that I'll upload this every other day until I forget (which I probably will) except for a couple of days when I either can't do it the next day or I just want to upload.


Dan's POV

I opened one eye a crack and saw the sunlight creeping around the corners of the curtains. I hissed and buried deeper into the covers but eventually I got up wincing as I did at the sunlight that hit me straight on.

I arrived in the living room with no real notion of how I got there but I shook this off. It was still early. Phil was just sitting there trying to play sonic and failing miserably. I stood there in the doorway silent watching him try (and fail) to make that little blue hedgehog survive he didn't notice me standing there still as a ghost and neither did he see me slip away back to my bedroom because I couldn't stand it any longer.

10 years later

I heard a persistent buzzing just next to my head that quickly grew in noise levels until it was blaring next to my eardrum. I huddled up and waited for it to go away but it refused so I placed my arm to where I thought the noise was coming from and hit it hard with my fist over and over until it fell silent.

I groaned and looked to see what damage I'd done. My alarm clock lay on the side with cracks along the length of it. Completely ruined.

I clambered slowly out of bed dragging myself to the cupboard where I started pulling out clothes to wear. Why the hell did I go onto Tumblr last night? It was 6am and I guessed I'd had about an hour's worth of sleep. Great.

I pulled the suit on and grabbed my briefcase on the way out. I paused as I listened to the flat around me I'd lived here for the last 11 years but I still wasn't used to the silence that layered everything. I still expected Phil to pop out and make me jump or hear him moaning about the state of the living room after I'd been in there. My mind just can't compute the fact that he's gone and he's not coming back. Sighing, I left, locking the door after me.

I went straight to my work trying to ignore how late I was and the fact I had no idea what I was meant to be doing today. I ran into the lobby of the smallest law firm in London and continued up the stairs finally reaching my office. I crammed myself into my tiny office and tried to ignore the mould growing above my head which occasionally dripped down my neck.

I let my mind wander back to the better days when Phil still lived with me. I could never admit my feelings for him but I wish now that I had because I couldn't anymore. He was lost to me.

I suddenly remembered where I was meant to be and I ran out of the building flying down the streets and catching the last carriage of the tube. As I was squashed against the multitude of people I berated myself for being so stupid how could I have forgotten that? I had to be at the church to practise for Phil's service. I had to let him escape from me forever. It had only been a few weeks since he had left the flat but it already felt like years and the worst part was that I could have stopped it but I just didn't have the guts to stop him. I'll never forgive myself.


So what do you think happened to Phil so that Dan felt like this? And can Dan make it better?

Quote(co incidentily also last words): Don't let it end like this! Tell them I said something!-Pancho Villa