Game Over || Phan AU

|monologue| part 2

   
Last chapter. ((Warning: you will be disappointed))
     Dan Howell sat down at his light brown, wooded piano. He slid his sweaty hands down the top of his legs, and took a deep breath. He hadn't played in so long, he was afraid he would have forgotten how. He positioned his two hands lightly on top of the keys, and played a soft song he learned in primary school.

     His hands were shaking as he grabbed his music book, and flipped through the pages. He found the last page he wrote in, the song he wrote for Phil Lester. He sighed, and placed the book on top of the piano. Dan closed his eyes, and took yet another, deep, unsteady breath. He began to play what he remembered, looking at the music book occasionally. He added in some new notes as he went along. When he was finished, he smiled in delight. Dan had forgotten how pretty he thought the song he wrote was. It brought back memories with Phil. It was light and soft, emotional, and quiet. Harsh, but still gentle. He liked it. He closed the music book and sat up, then tucked it under his arm. He carried it to his room and packed it in a small blue bag, along with three pictures of the two boys, a note, a black bracelet Phil had bought Dan, a stuffed animal bear, to remind Phil of the nicknames, of course, and a stuffed animal kitten he bought with Phil. He decorated the plain bag with shiny cat stickers, and grabbed flowers he had bought for Phil's grave. He left his house.

     As Dan pulled into the cemetery, he felt himself feeling like he wanted to cry. He got out of his car, and wrapped his arms around the bag, holding it close to his chest. He frowned as he looked at all the gravestones, reading their cause of death and doing the quick mental math to figure out how old they were. Finally, he found Phil's. He kneeled down, and held the bag out in front of him. It was so stupid, but he couldn't think of what else to do for him. He put it down on the ground, against all of the colorful flowers, that he had also left. Dan opened the bag, and took out the bracelet Phil bought him. He slipped it over his hand and onto his wrist. He felt a single tear stream down his cheek as he lied down next to Phil's grave. He looked up at the sunset and smiled, whispering a soft, "I love you." before planting a small kiss on his hand, and touching it to the 'Philip M. Lester' engraved on the grey stone.