Dan stared blankly at the roof from his bedroom floor, the feel of his slightly hard carpet beneath his bear hands and the slight headache he had been struggling to get rid of for the past hour reminding him of his existence.
Despite his headache, his body felt numb, empty almost. Thoughts were attacking him from every angle, memories flashing before him and the faint sound of Phil talking, laughing, happy we're driving him slowly insane.
It had been three weeks since Dan last saw Phil smile, three weeks since Dan had left his room to see his room mate and best friend, three weeks being deprived of sleep and doing nothing but staring blankly at a slightly off white ceiling.
Dan felt it was his fault that it happened, his fault that Phil had left to go out at night, his fault that Phil was dead.
Dan couldn't bring himself to think otherwise, he found no other reason for it not to be his fault, after all he was the one who asked Phil to go out and get him some food.
Dan's nights were filled with nightmares, crying and wishing for death. He couldn't live without his best friend, his boyfriend.
Dan loved Phil, he wanted so much to join him at wherever Phil was but he couldn't bring himself to kill himself. So instead he decided to starve himself, to lay on the carpet of his bedroom and not move.
He didn't care if he was in pain, he didn't care if the only thing he wanted to do was get up and eat something, it wasn't like there was food in the house anyway.
Maybe it was for the best, he didn't have anyone left after Phil anyway. No one would miss him, no one would care because no one would even notice.
After what happened, he couldn't live with himself, not when it was all his fault. He should've waited for the morning to get food, he shouldn't have forced Phil to go out.
Now Phil's dead and there's nothing Dan could do.
Dan could feel his eyes getting tired, feel his headache slowly fading and his body losing feeling.
His felt his heart clench, his breathing slowing as his dried lips let out his last breaths.
Dan's eyes closed, the feeling of the carpet under his skinny body fading out and his thoughts die.
A final breath pushes past his lips weakly, as his heart stops and his body completely relaxes.
Phil sat silently, watching his boyfriend die. He couldn't say anything to stop him, it's not like Dan had heard Phil trying to make him eat for the past three weeks.
Phil was dead and now Dan was too, nothing could be changed.
