Together [Dan Howell]

PROLOGUE

DAN'S POV
"PHIL,CANYOUPASSTHEREMOTE?!" I basically shouted. Phil finally gives me the damn remote. It's hard having a deaf friend. He's amazing though. I quickly changed the channel and finally decided to watch whatever movie was playing on the TV. It's not really interesting so I fall asleep on the permanent sofa crease caused by those lazy days where I just lie down.

Hmm? Where am I? Why is everything spinning around. I suddenly see a flash of bright white light. I see typed words which read 'I'm so done with everyone thinking that Phil and I are together. Maybe I'm just forever alone. What am I doing with my life anyway? Wasting every second of it. I'm running out of time. I just have to escape this world. I will die alone. alone...alone... that's me... alone...alone...alone...' The word alone keeps on repeating, spinning around like soup being stirred. I can't do this. 'Dan...Dan...Dan..'

I suddenly wake up seeing Phil's face inches away from mine, trying to wake me up from the horrible dream. I feel the existential crisis coming. Well, it's already here, just not having big effects. I slowly stand up and go to the kitchen to get some water. Maybe I am alone. Feeling alone and not loved when I'm not alone and I am loved by a lot of people. That feeling of emptiness. The emptiness of soul caused by lack of non-existent love. There is no love. For me anyways. I'm just conpletely empty. No genuine love. Completely empty.