"Are you ready?"
"I'll just be a few minutes." Dan looked up at PJ and gave him a small smile.
"I'll catch up with you."
PJ didn't smile back, but he nodded back and walked off with Chris by his side.
It was a nice service. It wasn't too extravagant, Phil wouldn't want that. It was just his close friends and family. Phil's mom had asked Dan to say something during the service. He agreed, but halfway through his speech, he'd broke down. He couldn't do it.
But everyone understood. They had played Starlight by Muse at the end.
It was two days after the service. The three friends decided to go and pay their final respects to Phil, and Dan had brought Lion along in his pocket for support. The others didn't know.
He was now sitting on his knees, looking at his best friend's, his brother's, epitaph.
"Wonderful son, loving friend. This star is shining bright in the sky and in our hearts."
Yes. Yes, he is. Dan shut his eyes, struggling to keep control of his emotions.
It'd literally felt like someone had his heart in their hands and they were squeezing it without mercy. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of black shoes. He looked up, squinting in the sun.
It was a woman with blonde hair, and she was wearing a suit. She had white eyes. He looked at her confused for a moment, before everything suddenly made sense.
"You.." She simply smiled at him. He stood up. He was fuming. This woman was the cause of Phil's death. She was the cause of everyone's "suicide" over the last few weeks. He tried yelling, screaming, doing anything to show her how angry he was, but he couldn't. It felt like something was holding him back.
"Why?" was all Dan could manage to say.
She smiled again, before turning away from him.
"Love hurts."
And with that, she was gone.