Ironic Love // Phan

Puzzle Pieces

~Daniel~

Dan took his own path towards his home, departing and closing off the day with his friends. As soon as PJ and Phil were out of Dan's sight, he stormed off towards his own building where his mother was waiting for him. He wanted to think. The door was unlocked, gripping the cold metal from the door handle and opened it welcoming his senses back to his own cozy home.

"Hello, sweetie!" called his mother from across the lounge. It smelled of the familiar scent Dan would recognize anywhere. The nostalgia clogging his nose with the oh so famous lasagna smell. "Hey, Mum. Sorry I'm late. Hung out with a couple of friends." Dan apologized. He knew his mother wouldn't mind unless he came back with a hair out of place. Daniels mother was always outgoing.

"Oh, it's alright, dear. How was your first day?"
"It was okay. I'll be off to my room finishing up some homework."
"Homework already? Alright, I'll call you when dinner is ready."
"Thanks, Mum."

Dan headed upstairs towards his room, locked the door behind him, and placed the back of his head on the door. Sliding ever so slowly to not inflict any damage on him as he fell to the ground, his hands on his head pulling some strands of hair.

Holy shit. He needed time to think straight. Litteraly. He felt so out of place today, meeting the new blue eyed boy. Did everyone feel like this?

Daniel had no idea what to think, or what to do. No wonder the sky was the bluest of blues today. No wonder he felt a missing piece this very morning. No wonder time skipped so fast just as his heart did when meeting this boy. He's never had this type of feeling. Especially, for a boy? But. . everyone must feel like this, right? When meeting someone? But. .

When meeting the boy for the first time, he felt something that has never happened. Like if he were fire, and at the touch of Philips hand, greeting for the first time, lit Daniel like a blazing fire no one else felt, but him. The fact that his face actually felt like if it were on fire, he knew he had screwed up. He tried to hide it, looking down and hoping no one saw his embarrassment. . . or was it foolishness? Or was it nervousness? He had no idea. That's why he's thinking in the first place. Why the sky suddenly changed from gray to blue? Why the sun decided to greet the world of London? Why he felt the missing piece finally fill in? Had he found his missing piece to comeplete his puzzle?

Of course not. That was a silly thought. A pice of the puzzle had been filled, but it had many more missing pieces to go through. Like if his life were a puzzle, and the person playing with the TV remote and left the movie playing decided to move on and play a little game of a puzzle. The puzzle being Daniels life. All the pieces, specifically named of what has happened, and what will happen in Daniels life. And the pieces which the names that has happened had already been locked together in place, only completing a small fraction of the puzzle. And the remaining puzzle pieces have yet to be discovered. Who knows what has been written on the incoming pieces? It was Dans objective to find out by continuing his life. Filling a small fraction of his puzzle, time at a time.

Part of him didn't want to, because anything can happen. And that was always a scary thought Daniel would have. The inivitability of death? What if his puzzle has already been completed, and the last piece being his death? He would always find himself mumbling about things of the caliber. He'd call them an 'existential crisis'. Very easy to fall into, but very hard to get out of.

It's as easy as becoming a star, and suddenly all that extra energy inside you imploding and made you into a bottomless black hole titled "Existential Crisis". Because nothing could escape a black hole. Not even light itslef.

Daniel felt trapped in his own mind. His existential crisis' getting even worse. His imagination growing wild again, like a loose lion that escaped the zoo. So many "What if. ." and "Why?" questions to be answered. But of course they couldn't. Another thing about existential crisis'. Questions could never be answered.

Dan hadn't realized he spent 30 minutes staring at nothing in particular, just thinking about his own problems and getting sidetracked. This didn't help with his mood, as it just made him more worried about his future and what would the puzzle pieces hold for him.

Phil was an extraordinary person from what Dan got from today. There was much more mystery to him. So much more to know. Of course, he can't blame him. He did just hang out with two new people he never met, but he seemed to be having a great time. But Dan has to admit he did act quite out of the ordinary. Hell, he asked out Phil! Ironically, of course. He didn't mean for it to sound forced. It was all just a goofy act which turned out to be hilarious story line to a path of deathly, ironic drama.

Dan wondered what was going through Phils mind of him. Did he feel what Dan was feeling? Or was that just in Daniels head? Dan had potentially become a broken record. Unable to think, and staying stuck in the same forever unanswered question over and over again.

What was he feeling?

~Authors Note:~
A little bit of a shorter chapter this time, diving a little into Dan's mind.
-Z and L