Dan knew he had to leave the house.
He couldn't hide forever. His skin had become nearly as pale as Phil's had been. The thought made him laugh and the sound echoed in the silent room and in the emptiness it quickly turned to tears.
He stood at the door, his hand posed at the door handle as he willed himself to go outside. His breath was heavy, increasingly becoming more shaky. He urged himself on. And it seemed like the greatest victory to finally set his hand down on the door handle.
The outdoors was cold and the wind bit at his face making his eyes water.
He bowed his head and pushed forwards trying not to think of Phil.
It was all that was on his mind.
Phil.
Phil.
Phil.
Phil.
Phil.
He blinked away tears, biting on his numb lip as he walked on.
He felt as if everyone was staring at him. He'd had that feeling before, often whilst out Vlogging with Phil.
Phil.
He looked up, suddenly catching sight of a tall man with black hair. Dan's heart leapt in his chest, but as he turned his head excitedly to look, he found it was only a teenager on his phone by the street corner.
Dan bowed his head again, his heart sinking low in his chest. Stupid, he scorned himself.Of course it's not Phil.
Dan drew his jacket closer around his body, trying to draw the frost from his skin. He shook his head and the journey back to their- his house was lonely and bitter.
That was only the first of the hallucinations.
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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...
