Please Come Back-A Phanfiction

Part Seven: The Livestream

          "Okay Phil, I am so sorry. You realize we have to do this though, right?" Dan said, a bland look in his eyes. 

          "Yeah, let's just do it..." Phil replied. He felt like crying. His heart was still hurting from the previous night.

          Dan clicked the button, and the Livestream began. 

          "Hi everyone," Dan said, "I know that there was a tweet yesterday, and it was off an account of a girl named Skye. That video, although it is pretty convincing, was edited...." Dan went on and on, describing the details. Phil could feel the pressure building up in him, he couldn't take much more. "Phil and I are straight, and we are not dating."

          Phil couldn't control himself. He stood up and looked at Dan. "DAN AND I ARE IN LOVE. WE ARE HAPPY, AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, THEN YOU CAN LEAVE!" Phil exclaimed, a look of pride crossing his face.

          He kissed Dan right in front of the laptop. After a second, Dan pushed Phil off of him, slapped Phil really hard in the face, and yelled, "GET OF ME YOU FAGGOT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Dan then got up, and ran out of the room. 

          Phil felt his heart break as he sat there, frozen in shock. He heard the front door open, and slam. Phil snapped out of it, and ended the Livestream, before collapsing on the floor in a sobbing heap. He cried for so long. He could feel the individual pieces of his heart breaking off from the whole, until there was nothing left. He cried for an hour before he was out of tears. He crawled over to his desk and pulled out the blade that he hadn't used in so long. Well, peace doesn't last forever, he thought.