Dan Howell was always up for stories.
He's been told countless times that he had a great way of annunciating his stories with his hand gestures and facial expression.
His wife loved to hear them. His kids love to hear them. His friends love to hear them. Almost no one could turn them down. And Dan loved to tell them. He had millions of quirks and cringe worthy stories that he loved to share with people.
But there was one story he always hated to share. He hadn't talked about it for ages it felt like, 10 years even.
That night, Dan had tucked his two oldest girls in and went to see his youngest child.
"What story would you like tonight, Kyle?" Dan asked, sitting in the rocking chair he had sat in every time he told his son a different story.
"Well, I was looking in tumblr..." His 10-year-old son had said.
"Of course you were." Dan chuckled.
Kyle smiled. "I saw something and I was wondering if you could make up a story about it."
¨Yeah, sure.¨ Dan said. He folded his hands across his lap and began rocking back and forth. He could've fell asleep in this chair.
¨Well, it went kind of like; the sun died just to let the moon breath. or something.¨ Kyle said.
Dan tensed up. He didn't feel sleepy anymore, he didn't even feel anything. He had to tell this story sometime. Everyone knew he was dead, but no one knew how he died. No one, except for Dan.
¨That was deep.¨ Dan smiled at Kyle giggling. ¨Okay, I have a good one.¨
11 years ago.
¨Thank you guys for coming!¨ Dan said to the screaming crowd.
¨Have a good night!¨Phil smiled and waved.
They both walked off stage giving their last waves to the crowd.
"That was an awesome show!" Phil said, grabbing a water bottle and passing the other bottle to Dan.
"I know, I'm sad the tour is over though." Dan commented, before taking a sip of water.
"But we still have the after party!" Phil laughed, performing a small step that made him look like he was doing te tango. Dan laughed along.
"Guys, the fans are all lining up out front but the car is at the back." One of the stage directors said.
Phil looked at Dan for an answer. "Maybe we could go to the front and walk to the back?" Phil nodded at his friends question.
"Okay, they're crazy though.. so get ready." The stage director walked them to the door.
When it opened, Dan and Phil were greeted with screams, I love you's and goodbyes.
Dan waved and tried to high five as many people as he could, smiling the whole time. Phil took every opportunity he had to try and get in as many selfies as the crowd wanted. They turned the corner and the screaming died down.
