Alone *phil pov*

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Dan was in a coma, and I was alone. I should be happy that he's at least alive, but I'm not. My bear is still not here, with me, keeping up the mood. God, I missed him. I went to see him a few times in the hospital, and he looked bad. He was hooked to one of those oxygen masks and tubes ran from a machine, into his arm, pumping out the drugs. Why did he do this? Did he really need me as much as I did him? I doubted it. Dan could never love me like I loved him. Nobody could. I'm not the most good-looking of guys, I'm annoying, too obnoxious and just plain weird. Whereas Dan, oh, he was a complete other story. He was SO CUTE with that brown hobbit hair of his, those eyes, oh, I could get lost in them, and he was just perfect. Why would he do that to himself. He was perfect.

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