Sunlight filtered in the early hours of the morning, a pinkish grey shadow cast over the dull landscape.
Dan sat staring out the window and felt empty. Ever since Phil passed away a month back, Dan could not shake the feeling of immense loneliness, as if a part of him had been ripped from his very being.
He inhaled, his breath shook and he fought to hold back the tears. He had already gone round in a rage, tearing everything he owned off the walls and stuffing them away into the back of his closet where the darkness would cease the terrible reminders of his best friend. His breath was always constricted; every time he walked into Phil's room to find the bed empty, he would run out again, telling himself over and over again that he had just gone away for a while and would be back.
But in his heart Dan knew he was gone. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but that didn't numb anything.
Dan had originally retreated to the internet, intending to burry himself amongst meaningless jokes and pointless gossip, but all he found were jokes Phil would have laughed at and strings of words that left Phil's voice ringing in his ears. Eventually once the rest of the internet caught on, Dan became overwhelmed with Tweets about Phil and pictures of them together and heartless jokes about the fan fictions that had always predicted Phil's death.
Dan would find himself in fits of rage, cursing everyone who ever laughed at Phil, chucking Phil's belongings into the closet and slamming the doors as hard as he could until the house was almost bare.
It was safe to say that Dan, had never felt so terrible in his life.
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Craft (Dan & Phil)
FanfictionDan lives in a world without Phil. Of course it wasn't always like that. But a world without Phil is no world at all and now Dan's trying to find his own feet again. But perhaps he doesn't have to live without Phil. When his friend started to myster...
