Fiction

It hurts

"My room is so quiet and empty it hurts."

~Nina LaCour

Trigger warning

Phil POV

The streets were quiet this late at night. You could hear the faint rush of the river, the roar of the cars and trains, and quiet voices, the words lost in the wind.

The city was beautiful.

Especially from my spot on the bridge.

Izzy POV

The train was leaving in half an hour. Dan was currently pacing up and down in front of the bench I was sat on, muttering to himself. His burger sat untouched on the seat next to me. I was alternating between watching Dan, and watching the news on the big TV screens, who were currently talking about debt or some other fascinating story.

Twenty minutes later, our train had been delayed and Dan was still pacing. He had gotten extremely boring, so I was now just watching the television. The news was still on, now talking about a lack of oil.

When the news story finished.

And a new one came on.

YOUTUBER AMAZINGPHIL ATTEMPTED SUICIDE scrolls across the bottom of the screen, along with a picture of him in his iconic lion hat. I can't hear what the news lady is saying, nor do I particularly care. I need to get Dan to him.

Now.

I grab his arm, and start to tug him towards the exit. He resists, but I am stronger than him. He wasn't kidding when he said he doesn't exercise.

"Izzy! Where are we going?" He protests.

I stop and turn his head towards the screen, where the story is still playing. His face goes white, and he looks like he is about to faint, or throw up.

"We need to go, Dan. He needs you." I say, but I really don't think he's listening to me. Or anyone. He is frozen for a couple more seconds before he suddenly exploded into movement, this time dragging me along behind him, out of the station and towards the taxi post.

It seems that I may have just given my idol a heart attack.

***

Mystery character POV

Philip Michael Lester

The name on the sheet of paper stands out, more than most names I see. He had a couple of broken bones, a bashed up head and some internal bleeding; when he had jumped a boat had passed underneath him, which meant that he was able to be taken to hospital as quickly as possible.

There were a hell of a lot of flowers in his room, sent from various fans and family members.

I seriously hoped he wasn't allergic.

He had had no visitors as of yet, but I had heard his parents were coming over as quickly as possible. His flat mate and best friend had not been heard from, even though the hospital had rung him a lot of times.

Should I take him?

He was a great help to many, and in so doing had reduced the amount of beings entering my kingdom.

He should pay for that.

"I don't give a flying fuck if I'm not related to him! Let me see my boyfriend!" I heard from down the corridor.

"Sir, please calm down, or we'll have to ask you to leave." Came a calmer voice, presumably a nurse.

"Shove it up your ass." He replied, opening the door to the room quietly. His breath halted for a second, before he flew across the room to sit in the seat beside his bed, grabbing his hand in both of his and bringing it to his lips.

I may be the embodiment of Death, but I am not heartless. I know love when I see it.

I placed two fingers on his forehead, and breathed a bit of life into him.

I hope that I will not see Philip Lester again for some time.

A/N:

I have no excuse. I am sorry.

*hides in a corner with arms over head*

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