When Phil Left

BEFORE IT ALL STARTED (Part 1)

-Dan's point of view-

I was sitting on my bed, pulling on my sneakers, lacing them up, getting ready to go for my usual run. I'm starting later than usual, it's about 14:25 right now. I walk downstairs and grab one of my shakes out of the fridge, pouring it over a glass of ice as Phil wraps his arms around my waist from behind.

"Hello, dear. Getting a late start, I see?" His voice washed over my, making me smile, just as it does every time.

"Yes, Phil. I woke up a bit later than expected today. I'm going to go for a run, would you like to join me?" I take a sip of my shake, turning around to face him.

"I think I'll stay here today, I'm not feeling all too well.." His voice trailed off at the end, as if he wasn't quite sure of what he was saying. I assumed he was just tired and sick, and wanted to go to bed.

"Should I get anything while I'm out? Maybe a nice smoothie for you on my way back?"
He waved his hand, dismissing the thought.

"Thank you, but I'll have to pass. I'm headed upstairs now, have a good run, honey. And remember that I love you!" He smiled and kissed my cheek, then turned on his heel and quickly walked upstairs, shutting himself in the bathroom.

Of course, I thought nothing of it. I put on my lightweight, white, right running shirt before heading out, grabbing my phone before leaving the door unlocked as I closed it, in case PJ came over before I got back. We had planned to do some fun things today, but Phil might not be up to it.

I take a look around, stretching out my legs, then my torso and back, my arms, and finally, my neck. Everything was stiff from sleeping the wrong way last night, and I didn't want to pull any muscles, so I was extremely careful to make sure everything was warmed up. I take a few deep breaths, closing my eyes, an ominous feeling drifting over me. I shook my head, trying to shake the thought out of my mind. I must've gotten way too much sleep last night. I start my run, turning the usual roads to get to the park.

There aren't as many people in the park as usual today. I run across the paths, leading to the other side, where I can get my usual order of sweet tea at the café. I sit down and text Phil.

I'm missing your company, wish you were here :c xxx love you lion <3

A few minutes later, I still haven't received a text, and I'm halfway done with my tea. I decide to dump the rest of it, putting the cup in the recycling bin. I take the long way home, my feet growing heavier and heavier with each step, my body seeming to drag me back.

I turn the corner, stopping dead. There are flashing lights everywhere. Then I realise~ they're in front of our house. I run forward, dashing through the front door, frantically looking around, screaming Phil's name.

"Phil? Phil! Phil, where are you!"

I whip around when one of the EMT's taps my shoulder, my eyes going wide.

He puts his arm around my shoulders, leading me outside, as I cover my mouth with my hands, trying to stay calm.

"No.. no, it can't be right. There's no way Phil is in that vehicle. There's no way that Phil is in an ambulance.. It can't be true.."

I start shaking violently as I approach the ambulance and step inside, sitting next to the unmoving body of Phil Lester. I take a seat, dumbfounded, staring at his lifeless body.

I get up slowly, tears streaming down my face. I hear a scream, not realise it's coming from me, as I lunge forward and embrace Phil in a hug. Choking on sobs, I say, "Phil, please. Please let this be some twisted joke, I can't lose you now. You can't be gone.." I bury my face in his chest, sobbing, making a tear stain on the pad shirt he's wearing. I can't get over it. He's gone. My heart is crushed. I would do anything for even one more day with him, the most perfect human on the face of this earth.

EDITORS NOTE~
Hope you guys (however many of you there are) enjoyed the first part of the story. I know it's very sad and I'm terribly sorry, but I promise the story will get better! Stay strong my friends <3 )