DAN?!? *phil pov*

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"DAN?" I screamed, he couldn't have left the apartment! I searched the flat, but no luck. Wait... THE BATHROOM! I raced there, not caring if I knocked over the glass jar on the mantelpiece, just wanted to get to Dan. I yanked the door open, and there he lay, scattered with pills and I knew. He had chosen to end his life. "D,Dan? Daniel James Howell, if you don't get up this instance I'll, I'll," I was at loss for words. "FUCK YOU DAN! I LOVED YOU AND YOU CHOSE TO LEAVE ME? WHY? WHY?!?" Then I came to realise that he could still be saved. I grabbed my phone and dialled 999. An ambulance was soon on its way. I just hope they could save him. As they carried the love of my life down the stairs in a stretcher, I prayed to anyone up there that he would survive, and come back to me. I needed my bear. I needed him.

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