So Icy read the first part and told me it'd be nice to add Phil's point of view so this happened. R/R please, this is my first try at writing (legit) angst.


Phil held the dreaded piece of paper in his hands, not daring to look up.

He'd gone out, just to do some quick shopping and be right back, back to his and Dan's home. He expected to find Dan in the lounge, in his browsing position, scrolling through tumblr, laughing at posts, smiling when he saw Phil come in. He didn't expect to find him in his dim bedroom, black and grey bedspread now stained with red, Dan laying there with his wrist slit open, an empty bottle of pain killers at his side. The first thing he saw was Dan. He'd had a thing ever since he was a child which prevented him from seeing the worst side of things until it became necessary. He'd tried to wake Dan up, shaking him and telling him it wasn't funny. It'd took him a minute to realize what Dan had done. It took him another to realize he wouldn't be waking up. It was then he saw the note in Dan's hand, reaching for it with shaky hands, tears running down his face. He was crying, but he wasn't making any noise. His tears were silent, his voice having been lost once it dawned on him his best friend was dead.

He read the note, noticing the tear stains splattered here and there. He'd started hiccuping when he reached the middle, sobbing when he read how Dan believed he'd be fine on his own. But once he reached the end, he cried out. He'd screamed. He'd hugged the piece of paper until he thought it'd rip. He'd let it drift to the floor as he climbed over Dan, shaking him, begging him to wake up, to give him a better explanation.

But Dan was unresponsive.

Dan's skin was already pale, his chest still, eyes closed forever. Phil held Dan close, sobbing into his lifeless body. Phil didn't believe any of this was happening. He wanted to wake up. This was all just a horrible nightmare, nothing was real. Dan was probably pulling a prank on him.

Dan was probably pulling a prank on him.

Phil sat up, suddenly silent, a grin stapled to his face as his tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

"Ha ha, very funny Dan! You almost got me, that was the worst prank yet, you can wake up now."

Dan didn't breathe.

"Dan, I fell for it, just wake up. You had me really scared you know."

Dan kept his eyes closed.

"Daniel please..."

Dan didn't move.

Phil broke down again, the false hope withering away when he didn't see any response. He called Louise, asked her if this was real life. She'd been confused and asked why, Phil not being able to from choking back his sobs, worrying Louise. He told her what had happened and laughed bitterly, saying this was all a dream. Louise had hung up, already running towards her friend's home. Phil sat next to Dan, laying down after a bit and laced his fingers into Dan's. He began humming songs, Toxic by Britney Spears, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. They were his and Dan's songs after all. He closed his eyes, hoping to God he'd wake up and find Dan shaking him awake, pulling him into his arms, telling him it was all a nightmare.

But when he did wake up, all he saw was Louise shaking him, Louise pulling him into her arms, Louise telling him it would all be okay. Phil no longer cried when Louise was there, he didn't cry on the way to the hospital. He didn't cry at all.

Dan had died, killing Phil as well.


~Midnight~