Three-

Phil was on the couch with Peej and Chris, in the midst of a heated battle of which was a better starter Pokémon, when he felt a buzz in his hand.

Can you meet me at the Westminster Bridge in twenty minutes? I have a surprise you'll really appreciate.

Phil raised a brow, but nonetheless excused himself to get ready. He threw on the first shirt he happened to find, which was Dan's High School Musical Wildcats one, and chose a pair of skinny jeans and converse, before placing his lion hat back on. He came back out to the living room, to find that Peej and Chris were gone. Phil continued out, grabbing a black sweater.

He exited the flat and was greeted with a brisk, grey early afternoon, the typical English weather. The bridge was just ten minutes away, so he could make it with just minutes to spare. He dodged around the slightly crowded streets, and he was just approaching the bridge when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He picked up the call, knowing it was Dan.

"Hey Da-"

"Stay right where you are."

"What are you-"

"Please Phil."

Phil glanced around, before seeing Dan in the middle. He was staring right at Phil with an expression that was masked by the distance and his brown fringe.

"Phil, check the lion hat pockets."

"A-alright."

Phil stuck his hand into the hat's left paw pocket and found a messily folded piece of paper. It suddenly struck him, and he started moving quickly to where Dan was.

"Phil." He said shortly.

"Dan, don't you dare." Phil's voice cracked slightly. "Please."

"Goodbye, Phil. You were the closest thing I had to a friend, and I'd like to thank you for trying."

"Tell me you're joking. Please tell me you're joking."

"Bye Phil."

The line went silent, and when Phil went to check it, Dan had hung up. When Phil looked up to see Dan was kidding, Dan wasn't across the way on the bridge anymore.

He was already gone.

Little did Phil know, Dan had social-phobia, which made sense why Dan hated being judged, hated social situations, and had the intense fear that everyone hated him. Phil didn't know this until after he'd called 9-9-9 and run down to see his friend. Dan's head had been bashed in and basically his entire body was broken, bones sticking out of his pierced skin. Dan had been rushed to the hospital, even though he was gone way before Phil had even gotten to him. The doctor at the hospital had sat Phil down and spoken to him about Dan's past medical records that had most likely lead up to this point in time. This is when Phil found out about Dan having social-phobia. This is also when Phil pulled the note out of his hat pocket and read it.

Phil,

I know you hate me, and that's why I gave you the much-appreciated birthday gift of my ceasing existence. Your world was weighed down by me, and I felt as though I was too much of a burden to handle. Thank you for being the closest thing I ever had to a friend.

And thanks for being the closest thing I will have ever had.

Happy twenty-seventh birthday, Phil. I hope it was great.

~Dan

Oh, and one more thing. I love you.

Author's Note: Hey guys. I haven't been on the internet for a long while because I've been trying to figure out my life. I may be on and off now and then, as a result of my life choices and responsibilities. Hope you understand.

-Crash Cola (noahcomemidnight)