Circles

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Dan and Phil have never been happier.
Their past used to haunt them, but everything seems okay now. They let their fan base know that everything was okay to, and even told them about their relationship. The shit storm on the Internet had never been bigger.

People's hearts seem to implode, and they went absolutely crazy spamming their social media, making memes, making videos, etc. Just actually exploding YouTube, and the whole internet in general. It was news that took a while to get used to. Phan was confirmed? No way.

Despite the hurricane on the Internet that was created from the YouTube power couple Dan and Phil were very happy with themselves, and all of the support they got from people. Most of the content from reactions were actually very comedic.

As the years went on, things only got better.

***

2 years later

"Hey, Dan?" Phil says looking over at his boyfriend.

"Yeah?"

"Will you marry me?" Phil asks.

Dan smirks and shakes his head. "I don't see a ring. What kind of proposal is this?"

"Alright fine we'll wait." Phil says smiling. "But one day I'm going to do it, and you're going to say yes."

Dan shrugs, "Okay, but will their be a ring?"

"Shut up!" Phil says pushing Dan over making him laugh. Dan kisses Phil on the forehead. "I'm kidding there doesn't need to be a ring, but their better be food."

Phil smiles at him. "Dan, you deserve the world. Of course there will be food."

Dan cuddles into Phil's arms as they watch anime together feeling content with everything for once.

"Good, that's all I really care about anyway." Dan says quietly. "Just me, you, and food."

The only circles in their lives from then on were the loops of wedding rings and wheels on baby carriages. Surprise, surprise a happy ending in a gloomy dragged on story.

Everything was alright.

In the beginning, Phil loved Dan...
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The overgrown grass kissed the light sky, and swayed silently. And the sky was a canvas of colors brushed lightly in various shades. Strokes of warmth and daydreams. I couldn't help but smile about how we were both under the same scarlet sun, and wispy orange clouds. Breathing the same morning air. Yet he was so far away. His voice melted into the atmosphere;soaked up by the rays of sun that chased away the shadows on the hills. His quiet breaths were like the breeze that blew that same grass that kissed that same sky that held that same scarlet sun that made me smile because we were both under it.

End