You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 24

Every step hurt as I truged towards the park, trying my best not to cry in public. This was it. Everything inside of me was telling me to turn back and move away, but I also knew that I loved Phil more than anything. My family's views on everything were wrong and ridiculous and I hated them. As I came closer to out meeting point, I noticed a slight figure sitting on the bench with his hands folded across his lap. He was wrapped in a green hoodie and in one hand was a flask of coffee. He took a sip and set it down next to him, in the space I sat on.

"Phil." I called to him, my heart pounding. "Phil."

He caught my eye and grinned his adorable grin. I felt myself slow down until I stopped, unable to breathe. I couldn't break up with him. I loved him too much. But I had to. "Dan!" He waved me over, blue eyes wide with curiosity. "What's wrong? Does someone need a hug?"

I joined him on the best and wrapped my arms around him, forcing myself not to cry. I had to do it. Quickly. Before I changed my mind. "Phil, I need to speak to you. It's important." I took a long, deep breath. Quicker, Dan, I scolded myself and let it erupt from my mouth. "I'm breaking up with you."

Silence.

It seemed like hours passed and yet Phil did not speak, just stared at me with and open mouth and red cheeks. I felt my heart break into thousands of tiny shards. I longed for him to say something, anything, but he jjust remained quiet and still and shocked.

"Please, Phil, say something." I begged, biting my lip and messing with my fingers. "Please."

"I... I... why?" His whole face fell and his eyes started tearing up. "Is it me? I am not doing it right? Have I been mean to you?"

I kept on shaking my head at all of his questions, feeling my throat start to burn: a sign I was about to cry. "No." I croaked. "It isn't you... it isn't me..." I couldn't say it was my mum; he probably wouldn't believe me. Plus, he would suggest faking our break up, and no matter how much I hated them, I couldn't lie to my parents.

"Well who is it, then? If it's not me and it's not you then who? Are you not ready for a relationship? After four years of being in one, do you not think you're ready?" He sounded sort of angry.

"I can't tell you why!" I cried, praying that he would understand. "I want to, but I can't!" I continued as he was shaking his head and avoiding eye contact, "Phil, you are the thing I love the most in this world, but I have to do this for reasons I'm not sure of myself. Please please please know that I would never do this to you if I didn't have to."

Phil shot up from his seat, a never-ending waterfall of tears streaming down his face, and grabbed his coffee. "Dan, I have to go-"

"Phil, please! I'm sorry! Okay? I still love you, but I have to do this. Can't we just be best friends again like we once were?"

"I don't want a friendship where we both love each other but can't be together for a reason we both don't even know. I don't want a friendship like that, Dan!" He sighed angrily, but it was to himself. "Goodbye Dan."

I stared as he walked away, his shoulders hunched forwards. The tears were spilling and I was trembling all over, but I didn't run after him like I wanted to, and I didn't shout him like he thought I would, but I just watched him go and did nothing. As soon as he was out of sight, I licked my dry lips and whispered: "Goodbye, Phil."