Dan's POV
Seven years. That's how long it's been. Seven years since I made the decision to leave him. To strike out on my own. It wasn't a spur of the moment decision. I'd thought about it for weeks before I left. I knew he could get on without me. He'd lived without me for far longer than he'd lived with me. It was time to see how I would fare without him. It wasn't easy and there are times that I wish I hadn't left. But in the end it was the best thing I could have done.
I've changed so much. I think I've finally figured out myself. I'm so happy now. I'm free and doing exactly what I want.
Seven years. Sometimes I can't believe so much time has past. Other times it feels like it passed in the blink of an eye. I have a job now. A real one. One I'm pretty good at. It's a very stable job. I even have a dog. I went back to university, finally able to complete it. I realize now that he was the reason I couldn't last time.
I used to spend as much time as possible with him. I wanted to do nothing else than be next to him in his life. It took me so long to realize that wasn't good for me. No matter how much I loved him.
Still ever since I left, I've had this ache in my heart. It's like somebody just tore a big chunk out of my heart that nothing can fill. I know it's where he should be. I won't deny that.
This time away from him has been wonderful, yet terrible. No matter how happy I am, the devil on my shoulder tells me it's a false happiness. That I can never be happy without my soulmate, my best friend, without Phil.
You know when I first left and for a long time after that I still watched his videos. Just to make sure he was doing okay. I had to stop watching his videos. He appeared no different in them. Like my being gone hadn't affected him at all. He isn't a good actor. Wasn't that what everyone said? So it couldn't have been acting.
I admit that it hurt, seeing him so unaffected. It made me feel like maybe I wasn't that much to him in the first place. How could he not change, even a little, after my leaving?
It wasn't until a friend called that I knew that when people said he wasn't a good actor they lied. Our friend called me because they worried about him. He used to be a very sociable person, but they said now he rarely left my old flat. They said that on the rare occasions they could get him out that he hardly ate anything, that though he smiled it never reached his eyes.
I regret now, not listening to them. I started to doubt his facade in his videos, but I didn't do anything. After awhile I quit watching them. I couldn't stand seeing him only through a screen anymore. It was better to not see him at all.
I began my new life, ignoring the ache in my chest, the constant feeling that I was missing something important. I was finally, finally being me. Being the person I knew I could be. Strong. Independent.
Now that I've figured out just about everything in my life, it's time. It's time to fill the hole in my chest. I'm going to see him. I need to. I have to know, is he the one I need or does that hole need a new person? My soul already knows the answer, it's time to see if the rest of me comes up with the same answer.
It's been seven years since I walked out that door. It's high time I walked back in.
Author's Note: So there was Dan's POV. I've written both Phil's and Dan's POV of their reuinion. I'll post them soon.