Phil
Dan had fallen asleep in my arms, but I didn't mind. I barely knew him, but I wanted to be there for him, because I knew what he was going through. The terrible feeling of falling apart had haunted me for years. I was glad I could leave that behind me now.
Nowadays, people saw me as someone with a bright personality, someone who made other people smile, but two years ago I was the one who needed someone to make me smile. My depression wasn't something I was proud of. It was like a dark period in my life, a period I'd rather not think of.
During that time, I almost never smiled or laughed. When I did, my happiness was artificial. It was never real. I smoked weed to feel a little happy, and cut myself when it all was too much. I had considered and tried to commit suicide, but my brother found out when he missed his medication. I had almost taken all of his pills when I was brought to the hospital. My brother kept an eye on me from that moment on. I'm thankful for that. He saved my life and let me see how great life is.
But despite of all the horrible things I had experienced during that time, I didn't regret my depression and I didn't wish it would have gone differently. I was sure, without it, I wouldn't be the person I was right now.
Dan
I woke up in Phil's arms. I felt the warmth of his skin surround me. I never thought it would be a nice and comforting feeling, being embraced by a guy.
The way his arms were still wrapped around my body felt like he was holding the pieces of me together, preventing me from falling apart, but also like he wasn't going to leave me.
I yawned. I was still tired.
"Good morning," I heard him say. "Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, while I turned around in his bed and lay my head on his chest.
"Did you mind?" he asked and I looked up at him, staring in his beautiful blue eyes. "Sleeping in one bed?"
We both laughed about how awkward that sounded and I responded: "No, it was quite comforting actually."
"Good," he said.
We both fell silent for a moment, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was one of those moments when you both enjoy the silence.
"Thank you, Phil," I said after a while.
"For what?" he asked.
"For being so nice and caring."
He smiled, the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
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Fanfiction"I'm going to make sure you see how wonderful life is, Dan Howell, even if it's the last thing I do." After a failed suicide attempt, Dan Howell ends up in the hospital, where he meets Phil Lester. Phil seems to be the light in Dan's dark and depres...
