Dan hadn't made any video's since Phil's death. He spent hours staring at walls, clenching and unclenching his jaw. He would flinch at the slightest sound, almost to the point where he was afraid he was paranoid.
It's not Phil, he would sigh sadly to himself. It's not Phil.
No one had called him, and if they had he wouldn't had known. Dan hadn't checked his phone in days now. He didn't eat for long periods of time and he hadn't left their- his, house for weeks.
He would often have moments of sudden hysteria, not unlike existential crises, except there would be no Phil to laugh at him, or offer him moral support. Instead he would become overwhelmingly hopeless and wish for Phil back.
He wondered if he needed help. But he pushed that out of his mind, dismissing it. He just needed Phil. Just Phil... just Phil... just Phil...
Dan discarded his coffee, and his legs dragged him mindlessly to the kitchen where he pulled out an old bottle of Vodka that he'd used a while back in one of his video's.
His hands shook as he unscrewed the lid and poured himself a shot. He downed it in one gulp and the burning sensation momentarily numbed the rest of his pain.
Dan leant over the kitchen counter and began to cry softly.
There's was no more Phil.
He would never see his best friend again...
ever.
Dan tore the picture of the pair of them down from the wall and threw it forcefully into Phil's empty bedroom.
The picture hit his floor and smashed, small shards of class threaded into the carpet.
Dan swore and then burst into tears.
Don't cry, laughed Phil's voice in his head, the sound was bitter sweet and only made Dan cry harder. Craft!
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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...
