Your point of view
A few hours had passed and you sat on a bench waiting for Phil at a station on the outskirts of London. It had been hours since you left Liverpool and as you checked your phone for the time it is coming up to 10pm. Twiddling your fingers and tapping your feet along to a street performer who plays a song you don't know is all that occupies your time while you wait. After some time the tall dark figure that is Phil emerges off of a train, you stand up and walk over to greet him. As you near him he notices you causing a smile of recognition to appear on his tired face.
"Hey!" You shout towards him.
"Hi y/n." He replies as he walks closer to you.
When you are close to each other you shuffle your feet in anticipation of a hug. Phil looks at you and wraps his arms around you, you return the embrace and let out a sigh of relief as you rest your head into his chest.
"Hard day huh?" Phil asks.
You just nod your head into his chest in reply.
"C'mon then." Phils says cheerfully as he lets go of you and you step back from him. "Let's head back to my place."
Both of you head to the platform that faces the direction of Dan and Phil's apartment and wait there for your train to arrive. The station walls were white but the low lighting made the empty area seem eerily desolate, somehow giving you a feeling of anxiety and foreshadowed danger. But you knew this was only your mind getting to you as usual. As you and Phil stand next to each other with your bodies leant against the walls of the station, the confrontation you had with Anastasia itched at you. To ignore the urge you had to burst out in emotion, although you didn't know whether or not this was anger or sadness or just general irritation, you leant your head against Phil who looked down at you with sympathetic tranquil blue eyes.
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked you calmly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
"I don't know how to explain it to you Phil." You replied apprehensively.
"You can talk to me about anything you know?" Phil's voice echoed rhythmically through the station's tunnel.
For a moment or two you stood there anxiously. Then replied by saying, "Thanks Phil."
Then until your train arrived nothing but silence filled the air.
Phil's point of view.
Once you and y/n had found seats on the train next to one another you thought about how tired and drained she looked. The argument she had with her friend must have been bad. Her pale skin seemed almost grey, the sockets of her eyes were dark and sunken in, she seemed ill. The concern that you felt for her raised every time you noticed a new detail of how unhealthy she seemed. And after a rather silent journey, apart from a few comments about the state of the train, you and y/n headed out of the underground and back towards the apartment. As your feet tread onto dead leaves and you pull y/n's case behind you she walked morbidly down the street with you.
"Y/n?"
"hmm? Yeah Phil?" She says slowly as she lifts her head.
"Are you…okay?"
She looks you directly in your eyes and you notice how unbelievably green they are. Then she replies "I guess I'm a bit tired. But I'm fine."
"Really? Please tell me the truth."
As those words leave your mouth she stops walking and looks at you. Her eyes glaze over slightly and she sits on the curb of the pavement staring across the street. You walk over and sit by her on the damp ground and stare up into the dark sky. Tonight the stars aren't visible due to the city's immense light pollution and you feel slightly worried about what you're about to hear.
"Look, Phil. I had a really bad argument with my old best friend. It was about something personal. She's hurt me I guess, maybe. What I'm trying to say is, I don't know if she did the right thing."
"If there's something wrong…I will help you." As you speak you lift your hand to comfort her but she shuffles away from your affection.
"I think I've said too much. Can we go back to your place now?" She says with blank eyes.
"Sure."
As you get ready to stand up and continue waking y/n says, "Phil, wait. Can I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course anything."
"Do you ever feel like…I don't know…that life isn't worth…actually never mind." Her voice trails off as she stand up next to you and she links your arm.
The question she was going to ask lingers in your mind. You know exactly what she was going to say. As you drag her case and hold her arm in yours the thought of being back at the apartment filled you with optimism. Maybe all she needed was a bit of support and some laughter to make her feel better.
Dan's point of view.
It had been ages since Phil had gone to get y/n. You'd finished the younow and you lay infront of the t.v. with a horror film playing as your body spread across the couch comfortably. The living room was completely dark apart from the screen that emitted the horror film, even though that it's self was dark too, giving a scary atmosphere to the air.
You jump at the sound of the front door opening downstairs followed by Phil shouting up. "Dan! We're back."
"Great!" You say in reply as you stand up and walk over to the stairs and wait for them to walk up. As Phil comes into sight first you see him followed closely by a tired looking y/n who is dressed in slightly wet looking black clothes. "Hey, is it raining outside?"
"A bit, but barely" Phil replies as he takes of his jacket and heads towards his room.
"Hi Dan." y/n says.
As you look at her face she seems completely drained, causing a look of slight shock to spread across your face.
"Do you need to lie down?" You ask instinctively.
She looks at you with a puzzled face that quickly comes to some sort of realisation. "Oh, erm…no not yet. Could I have a quick shower though?"
"Sure. I'll just go get your case." You say as you walk past her. When you brush past her you look directly at each other and you are reminded of how pretty she is, although her seemingly ill face removes some of the beauty she has.
Once you'd brought up her case from downstairs into the guest bedroom you stand in the doorway of the guest bedroom leaning against the door frame watching as y/n sat on the edge of the newly made bed.
"I hope this is okay for you for tonight." You say.
"Its great thanks Dan." She replies, "Could I have a pain killer, like a paracetamol or something?"
"Oh sure. Are you okay? Do you have a headache?"
"Oh, yeah. I have a bit of a head ache." She says as she lowers her head slightly.
You nod back at her and head to the kitchen to get her a glass of water and a paracetamol, when you return upstairs she takes the pain killer straight away and relief spreads across her face.
"Do you want that shower now?"
"Yes please, thanks Dan."
"I'll go and get you a towel."
As you turn out of the room and head towards the bathroom to look for a towel you see Phil hovering in the hallway, as if he's waiting for you.
"You okay Phil?"
"I think she's ill." Phil says in a low quiet voice.
"Yeah she has a headache. I just gave her a paracetamol."
Phil looks at you as if you don't understand him, but then just turns around and walks towards his room. So you head to the bathroom cupboard and fetch a towel for y/n then quickly head back up and give her it as she gathers some pyjamas to put on after her shower.
"Thanks Dan." She says appreciatively as you hand her the soft towel.
"It's alright. Take as long as you need."
Y/n's point of view.
As you step into the hot shower you throw water over your face and scrub away at your dry skin. The almost boiling temperature is painful at your skin but you ignore it and begin washing your hair and body until you feel sufficiently cleaned. Afterwards you just sit on the floor of the shower in a foetus position and cry. You have no reason to cry but it's kind of part of this routine that you have with showering. In your mind a shower is like an escape away from people for fifteen minutes where you can just pour out emotion and it won't be seen by anyone else. You're not sure how long you had been like this so you stood up and turned off the shower and dry your body with the soft towel Dan had given you. Then, you slip into the black silk pyjamas you had brought with you and step into some slippers.
