Left Behind (Phanfiction)

A Departure

Dan's POV:

Phil stands in my doorway, the darkness beckoning behind him.
"Tyler Oakley didn't make the list..." He says sadly.
"But he paid the price to get a place in one of the starships." He grumbles.
"Oh. Well you know my morals, and that's something I could never do." I sigh.
"Everything we and his fans thought of him has gone. It's like we're seeing everyone's true form. The Tyler I knew would've never done that."
"Like I said so before; fear does things to you. He's acting on instinct because he wants to survive. Fear makes you selfish."
"I know. I feel guilty just for wanting you to pay the price and live." He says.
"But your hearts stands true to its morals, and no fear nor instinct can change that." Phil smiles sadly at me.
"So am I selfish for wanting you to live?"
"No...I think that if you had the chance you'd save everyone, even if it meant you staying behind."
"But I'd stay behind mostly because it would of meant that I'd saved you." I could tell by the tone in his voice he was getting upset, so I decide to distract him.
"How about we go on a walk?"
"Ok...I'll go get my coat." He mumbles, walking out of my room.

I run my hands through my hair and sigh. This would be my last full day with Phil. After this I'll be all alone until eventually I die. The urge to cry surged up in my throat at the thought of it, but I knew in these final moments I had to stay strong for Phil.  He is yet to understand that every person that boards those starships would've left someone behind. Unlike me he'll never be alone. And maybe one day he'll make the room for a new best friend.
"Ready?" He asks as I finish putting on my coat. I nod.

We go out into the streets that are now only dimly lighted by the remaining blaze of the sun. Bleached stars invaded parts of the sky and the outline of the moon was gently highlighted between them. Days seemed shorter now the sun was dying. Light like this only lasted a few hours until the sun faded away.
"The sky is beautifully horrifying." Phil spoke out as his cold exhale perfumed into a small cloud in front of him.
"Look how dull everything has become. Even the trees are all withered and grey." I allege.
"The earth dies so painfully; as if all life was slowly being sucked out of it. And in retrospect, you're slowly dying too." Phil frowns.
"Thanks for that lovely reminder(!)" I reply sarcastically.
"I'm going to miss your witty sarcasm." He laughs softly, but as he does so his eyes become fixated on his phone, and his smile immediately disappears.
"What is it?" I ask slightly concerned.
"Felix has just announced that he'd paid the price too."
"It's not that surprising. I reckon loads more celebrities have and they haven't told anyone."
"He's written on Twitter that after all he's done for people, he deserves it and that he's sorry if he let anyone down."
"I don't think the person he's let down the most is himself. I mean, what if he's single handedly pushed one of his fans into the list of people that get left behind." I complain. Phil says nothing and brushes the pavement with his feat.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly.
"No! I- I can't stand this any longer!" He bursts out into a fit of rage.
"If you're not going to pay for yourself then I will!" He shouts.
"No! I refuse! You can't do that-"
"Then you go. I'll stay behind." He begins, tears rolling bitterly down his cheeks.
"Phil, calm down. This is our last day together, I don't want it to be like this." I sigh, placing my hands on his shoulders staring into his teary, tortured eyes.
"It doesn't have to be! I want to pay for you!"
"You can't. And even if you could I'd still stay here. So please, just calm down and think things through."
"Okay." He sniffs.
"C'mon. We've gotta a plane to catch."

We walk home at our own pace, setting aside some time to actually live in the moment and not to mourn about the past or cry about the future. And for a second, the sun wasn't dying-everything was alright.
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A few hours later, we made it to the airport. We'd been escorted there by this government owned taxi service, that only drove people to airports in order to get to the starships.
"Dan, look how many people there are." Phil gawks.
"They're all just like you. They're leaving someone behind." I say.
"I know. I just- never mind." He mumbles, though it was barely audible through the storms of voices from the crowds.
"You're not going to be alone up there." I reply, almost at the verge of shouting, just to make sure I'm heard.

By the time we had to board our plane, both the crowds and noise had worsened. Due to the rather large delay, by the time we got to America we'd have to be escorted straight to the starships where I'll say my final goodbye to Phil. It had all dawned on me when I took my seat: I was never going to be home again and I was never going to see my family again. No more YouTube, no more video games, no more nothing. I was just as good as dead.

I glanced at Phil as his eyes watched the ground become further and further away- A departure from all the things I held close. Soon to be replaced with the cold, heartless anarchy of the other 1/4 of the world.
I didn't want things to end this way, I wanted my honest compassion to be exemplified as what it was like to be of the humans that got left behind. I wanted to be remembered as 'the man who stayed, so another could go.' But I fear I'm hurting more people by staying than going. My family, my fans and most importantly, Phil. 

I've noticed him change a lot these past few days. He's being subjected to this fear in quantities he cannot handle, so instead of controlling it he freaks out. And I know he tries his best to be kind and do the right thing even under the most dreadful circumstances. But it is so easy to tell fear is controlling him. I'm just waiting until fear begins to take complete control of me.