Still Trying [phan/boyxboy]

IV [Over Again]

Hey guys! I suggest you to not skip this.

I decided that starting from now on, I will update every Thursday. Hooray, I guess?

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It's okay not to be okay.

[Phil's POV]

I stood next to Dan, following the flow of the crowds. He kept walking forward, not even tearing his gaze off the distance.

I tried to watch his face, examining him. Way to go Phil, way to not creep him out, the sarcasm in me spoke. I ignored it anyways.

His coffee-brown eyes were never focused; I knew something was wrong. He was not okay, not at all. The way his face scrunches up, and his brows furrow. I try to look at him, trying to read his mind.

Do you hear me? What is wrong with you? I know you aren't alright. You can trust me.

Suddenly, his breathing quickens, and I just noticed how pale his face actually is. Well yes, he is pale, but now, he looks like Snow White, man version.

"Dan? Dan! Goddamnit, breath normally!" I exclaimed to him, but he doesn't pay attention. He was too busy slowing his breaths.

His eyes were darker, as I see him slowly losing consciousness. I tried to pull him away from thr crowds, but he tried to let go of my hands.

"No, Phil! Don't pull me in! Don't kill me! Don't push me into those walls, don't push me in, don't squeeze me.. I thought you would help me.."

My heart sunk. Dan, I do want to help you.

"Dan, Dan, you're hyperventilating. Calm your breathing. Okay? We'll go to the side of the road, come on, come on.."

I think he got the message because he gave up fighting. I started pulling him away from the people, leaning him to a wooden wall.

The shadows of people covered his pale face. He looks at them terrified, as the light in his eyes slowly fade.

I started to panic. No, don't pass out. "Dan.. Dan.. Shh. Calm yourself. You'll be okay, I'll get you to the café. Calm down, shh.. it's going to be alright.." He started crying, and I became more scared. I hugged him, not knowing is it to calm me or him down.

I didn't know what else to do to keep him awake. All I could say was:

"I'm here."

He looks at me for a second before he is shut off from the world.

I started to shake him, hoping him to wake up. But it does nothing, it doesn't wake him up.

I held him closer to me, I had no idea what else to do. I can't carry him back to the café. I am not strong enough. I started to cry, as more and more people kicked us away. At some point, his head slipped down.

I quickly catched his head, laying him on my lap.

I think to myself. Is this too far when we just met?

No, it isn't. He's in distress, you idiot. He needs your help.

Great, now my other half is telling me what to do. Somehow, that part of me is smarter.