Phil's POV
I woke up to the sound of thunder rolling across the sky, clouds spewing drastic amounts of rain which slapped against the window harshly which led me to thinking the glass could break anytime soon.
I rubbed my eyes and went to grab my phone from the cold tiled floor, raising it up to my face and clicking the home button and waiting for it to light up, it didn't.
I furiously clicked around the phone to work it out but that's when I realised something.
"This isn't mine." I said aloud noticing the different surface of the phone before looking down and seeing my actual phone laying down, charging seamlessly just as it did hours ago.
I proceeded to sit myself up, the thin blanket covering my body as I observed the phone, but how did this end up here?
The bumps on the sides were not hard to notice, but the cracks on the screen were definitely not hard to notice.
They ran through the middle of the phone, several cracks rounding itself around the edges of the screen, something that could definitely not be fixed.
I decided that I should least try to charge the phone and see if there was anything I could do about it.
I unplugged my phone from the charger, replacing it with the mess of a phone.
Standing up I stretched and let out a groan of some sort, somewhat inhumane, I shrugged before padding into the kitchen, another crack of thunder sounding through the thin walls, vibrations shaking plates and glasses that sat on the counter.
Clicking the button of the coffee maker it started brewing, pouring the dark brown goodness into the provided carafe.
Tapping the counter whilst watching the rain drizzle down on passing cars I heard the familiar sound of a phone charging back in the living room.
I walked back to sit myself down on the sofa, picking up the phone with the charging cable following.
I clicked the home button, the screen lit up, the cracks making it fairly hard to view anything properly.
Sliding my finger across the screen it unlocked immediately, thank goodness.
I saw only useless apps my phone normally offered and the messaging and photos app.
Nothing else was on there from what I could see through the gaps of the screen.
I clicked the messages and waited for the phone to load, extremely lagging considering its physical state.
The app finally loaded the white screen, displaying only one message.
Phil: what's wrong with that?
This was Dan's phone.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
I looked down and saw the reply field was filled in slightly.
Ugh... How do I explain this? Maybe in three words? No no, there's too much to say... Phil I
And that's when the phone gave up and turned off completely in my hands, the cracked and stained screen reflecting what was a distorted image of me.
