aesthetic. (dan howell)

eighteen

blackaethetic: dan?

danisnotonfire: Yes?

blackaesthetic: i think you're my best friend.

danisnotonfire: I know you're my best friend.

blackaesthetic: i'm not alright, dan. i'm really not.

blackaesthetic: i'm sorry for lying to you.

danisnotonfire: It's okay. I wish I could hug you right now.

blackaesthetic: maybe you can. open your door please it's cold outside.

danisnotonfire: What?

I sprung out of my bed, stepping over the mountains of dirty clothes and opening the door to my bedroom. I stopped in my tracks, picking up a shirt and smelling it. I shrugged and pulled it over my head, my phone still in hand. It vibrated, indicating I had gotten a message.

blackaesthetic: remember when you sent me your address so i could send you a christmas gift?

I didn't respond. I only ran down the hallway and swung the front door open. My world was in slow motion. She was standing there, her eyes shining through the tears that brimmed them. For a moment, I didn't believe she was there. Her starry eyes shined even more in person.

"What a small world, huh?" She said, a broken smile sending two tears trailing down her pale face. I smiled back, a small chuckle escaping from my mouth. I instantly wrapped my arms around her, stepping out into the cold rain that fell down on us. Though it was cold, and wet, hugging her soft skin warmed me. I could feel the static in my heart beat faster, feeling her hands wrap around my back and a smile grow on her cheeks.

"I don't now what to say," I stammered. "You're actually here." I placed my hand on her auburn hair, resting my chin atop her head. She wrapped her arms around my waist, gripping even tighter than before.

"You're my best friend, Dan. I would say that I missed you, but...you never went away."