~~~Phil's POV~~~
I roam around in what appears to be my old room, but something is so different about it. The room was empty besides the wall that was filled with pictures of Dan and I. I walked over and looked at the photos smiling at the memories. The door opened, and I turned to see Dan.
"Hey, Dan,"
He walked passed me looking over the wall. He pulled from his pocket stepping closer to see that it was a picture from our wedding day. He sighed and pulled some tape out of his boxer hanging it on the wall.
"Dan what are you doing?"
"It's been a year Phil. I miss you,"
"Miss me? Dan, I'm right here," He looked around the room wiping some tears from his eyes.
"Dan?"
~~~The Next Day~~~
I followed Dan into the bathroom, and he didn't even bother to shut the door. I have been trying everything for him to talk to me, but he ignores me. He slides down to the ground bringing his hands to his face, and I couldn't help but notice the marks on his wrist.
"Dan?"
"I-I'm sorry Phil it was all my fault,"
"What was your fault, Dan?"
"I-I can't Phil. I can't do this without you,"
"I'm right here, Dan,"
He got up and walked over to the sink digging through the draws seeing what he pulled out cause tears to fill my eyes.
"Dan don't do this," He rolled up his sleeves revealing multiple cuts.
"Dan, don't,"
He gripped the blade in his head, and I closed my eyes as he brings the blade to his skin. I opened my eyes to see Dan's eyes, and his hands were shaking blood running down his arm.
"I-I'm sorry, Phil,"
He cleans up the mess he made and walked past me back into his room. He climbed into the bed and closed his eye. I climbed in beside him and watched him as he slept.
~~~The Following Day~~~
I followed Dan down the road wondering where he was going to this early in the morning. He walked into a cemetery. I remember this cemetery it was the one I told him I'd like to be buried in if I was to die.
I looked around to see so many last names, and then we stopped. I walked behind him to see that it was my name.
"W-what?"
"It's been a year, Phil. It's still hard to believe that you're gone,"
"How did I die?"
"It was my fault, Phil."
"What happened?"
~~~Dan's POV~~~
It all went by so quick;y and I couldn't stop the bleeding.
~~~Flashback~~~
It was in the middle of the night, and we didn't know it would be our last night together. A shot rang through the air, and we stopped as we saw it right in front of us. The guy looked at us and then back at the body. He turned and started to run toward us.
"Dan, run," I turned to run, but as soon as I did, another shot rang through the air.
I turned to see the man gone and Phil laying on the ground. I ran to his side doing everything to try and stop the bleeding. The man shot Phil close to his hear. I would scream for help, but no one would come.
Finally, a nice old man stopped and called the cops for me, and we were at the hospital ten minutes later, but it was already too late. Phil died that night in the ambulance, and I could never forgive myself.
It still feels like he is here with me. I would wake up and find Phil's favorite camera out and set up like he was about to film.
"I haven't made a video in a year. It's not the same without you, Phil,"
"I love and miss you, Phil,"
~~~No POV~~~
As the years past Phil never once left Dan's side. Dan know he was there everyday Dan would find a pair of Phil's socks laying on the floor.
"Phil?" Dan smiled.
Phil stood in the corner smiling wishing Dan could see him for one last time because sooner or later he's going to have to cross over, but he hopes that's not anytime soon.
"I love you, Phil,"
"I love you too, Dan,"
"I wish I could see you,"
"I'm always here, Dan,"
"I miss you," As Phil took a step closer a cold chill ran up Dan's spine.
"P-Phil?"
"I'm here, Dan," Phil placed a kiss upon Dan's cheek causing him to gasp and placed his hand to his face.
"I'll never forget you, Phil,"
"I'll never forget you either, Dan,"
~~~Later~~~
That night Dan walked back into his room to see his camera sitting on his bed. It was a sign from Phil telling him to continue doing what he does best. He took a deep breath and set up the camera and press record.
"Hello, Internet,"
