Imagines about Dan Howell, Phil Lester or Phan.
There will be no FIC stories in here ok? I think the Phandom has been scarred enough.
Update: There is one. OOPS.
**As of April 30th, 2017 this book has been placed on an official hiatus, indefin...
I never thought one of Dan's existential crisises would end him. I never thought that one day, I'd be searching for my fiancé and he'd be gone. Not like this. I'd be fine if he left me for someone else, not left me for eternity. He decided to exchange mortality for immortality. He decided that a disappearance would be fine.
The horrifying day came to me about a month ago. I woke up to Dan being gone. It was unlike him to be out of bed before me. I looked around the apartment, no sign of Dan anywhere. Maybe he'd gone to market? No, no market would be open at 4:30 in the morning. After giving up the search by myself, I knocked on Phil's door. He was usually up around this time on some days. Today, he happened to be up. "Hey," he said, groggily. "I just woke up. What's wrong?"
I looked behind me, thinking Dan was pranking me. "Uh, I can't seem to find Dan..." I said. Phil furrowed his eyebrows and walked to the front closet, opening it up.
"His... His keys and wallet are in here..." He said, rummaging through Dan's favorite jacket. I looked down a bit. Something had fallen to the floor out of his jacket. I leaned down to pick up the piece of paper. Attached to the inside was the bathroom key and a photo of Dan.
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I took off the key and made my way to the bathroom. I felt the tumblers unlock and turned the handle. The sun hasn't risen yet, so it was still dark. I turned on the light and screamed at the sight in front of me. Dan was slumped over on the toilet, wearing a white shirt that was stained, no, drenched in his crimson blood. I stared at the pool of red around him. Phil called after me, but every sound came through to me muffled. I walked over to Dan's lifeless body, kneeling down next to him. I grabbed one of his slit arms. He was completely cold... When did he do this? I ignore the chilled coagulated fluid on my hands as I reached up shakily, raising Dan's head up. I covered my mouth when I saw his neck slit open. Dan didn't just take his own life. For him to have done that, he'd have just taken a bottle of sleeping pills and drifted away in his sleep. No, Dan murdered himself. He didn't just commit suicide... He made sure to kill himself, and brutally.
Phil walked and covered his face. "Oh my God, Dan!" He cried out. I looked at the body that used to belong to Dan. I leaned in and gave it a small kiss.
"I'm sorry I failed you..." I whispered, standing up. Phil grabbed me and held me close as he took care of the formalities. I looked in our room for an explanatory note. And I found it. It was under the bed.
To the Love of my Life,
I'm so sorry that I did this to you. I've been spiraling for years now. I planned this before I met you 7 years ago. I stayed around for you until I couldn't stay anymore.
I love you and Phil so much. Take care of each other when I'm gone. In my drawer, there's an engagement ring. Promise me, that even if you move on while your body is still there on Earth, that you soul still belongs to me... Promise me that once your time comes, you'll return to me.
I love you so much sweetheart... I'm so sorry. Bye...
~Daniel James Howell June 23rd 1:27 AM~
Phil came and sat with me, taking the letter and reading it. Phil took me to his bathroom so that I could wash up. I fell asleep that night without drinking or eating a bit. Phil held me as we slept, trying to erase the images.
