~~~Phil's POV~~~
There was no where for me to go.
Home isn't home anymore.
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I decide to take a stroll through the streets. A few people passing by recognize me and give me sympathetic looks. I ignore them. Some fans try and run up to me but I walk past them.
Dan isn't dead.
He can't be dead. Because this morning he was alive. He had a family and friends. He breathed, his heart beat. His hand could hold mine.
I stopped walking and closed my eyes, trying to picture his face just one last time. And hear his laugh and see his beautiful smile.
Tears came rolling down my face.
Quickly, I made it back to the flat.
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I lay on Dan's bed and wrap myself in his sheets and blankets. I take in his smell, and try to attach it to him somehow.
Why doesn't this feel real? I want it to. I want to face the fact that he's dead, but my mind can't put together the pieces. I know the truth but I won't except it.
I'm just so confused.
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After hours laying here, staring off at the ceiling, its morning.
I don't get up. There's no point.
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phantom // phan
Fanficokay starting over same story just no really CRAPPY CHAPTERS there's a minor chance of death in this story sorry?
