A/N: Hey, guys! I know, I'm a horrible person. I have like 20+ unfinished fics between my phone and my laptop :/ probably never gonna finish them. But hey, because of my first AATC fic I met one of my best friends! :D (hey Launa) so I became a fan of Dan and Phil sometime in December-ish(?), so that's cool. I really love the song Yellow by Coldplay, and I was up till 5am this morning so this happened. It's super duper short, I know, but I hope you like it. Reason I was up till 5 in the goddamn morning? I read a fucking sad fic at like 3am and was sobbing for two fucking hours. Yeah... Not my finest moment. I don't wanna spoil this fic for the sad souls who are actually reading this, but I must say that Yellow belongs to Coldplay, and I don't own Dan or Phil, because that's illegal. Also, I kind of hate trigger warnings because sometimes they spoil the fic or are for harmless things, so for you guys who don't want the fic spoiled, just skip this next part if you can. TW: implications of depression, implications of skin cancer. (Also, I don't know much about skin cancer, so I hope this is accurate enough).
Is that it? I think that's it. Let's do this! (Sorry this sucks ^-^' )
Phil hated this.
He hated how Dan was distant now, trying to ignore everything. He hated how he just couldn't explain to his son why his father was so sad.
He hated it.
He saw Dan on the balcony, at four in the morning, gazing solemnly at the stars. Phil stayed there in the doorway a moment, sleep deprived beyond belief, and then found himself next to Dan.
"Hi," whispered Phil. Dan didn't acknowledge him. He just stood there, with hollowed, pale skin and thin, dull wisps of hair. Phil took Dan's right hand, and caught a glimpse of the black ring on the other one.
"Black like your soul," Phil had said.
Dan squeezed his hand, but Phil didn't see any trace of emotion on his face.
"Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow."
He's whispering, and slightly off key, and Dan barely smiles, the word "dork" just leaving his lips.
"I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called Yellow."
"You know as well as I do that Coldplay wrote that song," Dan murmured, but his lips still formed that soft smile, and Phil needed it.
"So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow."
He was yellow, Dan. He was thin and yellow and fading. Phil brought Dan's frail hand to his lips, brushing skin against skin.
"Your skin,
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
Do you know,
You know I love you so."
Dan's crying, and Phil's crying, and somehow Dan turns and lets himself fall into Phil's arms, and Phil kisses the hair that's left.
"You know I love you so."
A/N: Well that was a wild ride! Hopefully I hit the feels just a little bit. I hate songfics myself, so I really don't expect this to have many views. Might write more, might not. Main reason I haven't uploaded in a year is mostly cuz schools a bitch and I tend to have more depression/anxiety spells when that's going on. Um, comment, favorite, all that jazz! Love, peace, and bacon grease! 3