Dan sat on his bed fiddling with a flower crown. The pink and yellow petals were soft in between his fingers. He gazed down at it longing, swallowing back the thought of Phil.
Dan's eyes flicked up and for a moment he swore he saw Phil's wide blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror. His heart fell a hundred feet down and Dan tossed the delicate halo of flowers to the side.
He put his head in his hands. What was he going to do? It had been weeks. His phone was buzzing with thousands of Tweets and messages, but he had not checked one. His phone sat on his night stand, abandoned.
Dan rolled off the bed, his strength failing him, and tenderly picked up the flower crown in between his fingers. He sat up and raised the slightly bent crown to his head. Memories came rushing back to him with the light sensation of the ring on his head. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine Phil sitting beside him.
"Dan-" Dan's eyes flew open. He swore he head Phil's voice- sharply, suddenly, in a passing whisper as if the second he opened his eyes a connection was lost.
Dan's heart pounded in his chest in alarm.
He was going crazy.
He glanced over at his reflection again and he couldn't stand the sight of himself without Phil beside him.
He pushed the crown off his head and stood up, slamming the door behind him in irrational frustration as he left the room in despair.
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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...
