*Phil POV*
Anxiety is love's greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.- anaïs Nin
Phil made his way to Dans loft, every stoplight he would try to fake deep breaths, trying to keep himself together.
"How is everything going to turn out?" He thought
He parked and started walking towards the door, but didn't have the courage to ring the doorbell. Just as his hand was about to ring the doorbell, Dan came stumbling out.
Except it wasn't the Dan he knew.
Dan had bloodshot eyes with tears streaming down his face.
"This is all my fault"Phil sighed going inside the trashed apartment.
It was no use talking to Dan since he was unconscious and clearly hadn't been making good decisions this past week. Dan had crashed in his bed but Phil thought he shouldn't leave him here in such a state. He started pitching in and putting everything in the laundry, whine the distes, And even mopped the floor.
After he had deep cleaned Dans apartment, he was extremely tired. He threw himself on the couch and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"1 am" Phil murmured
He got up again and dragged himself towards the kitchen counter to write Dan a note.
"I really was looking forward to chatting with you again but you just weren't in your best state. I cleaned up your place to make a good use of myself and I'm gonna be crashing on your sofa tonight if that's okay... Anyways this note is in case i wake up before you. Hope we can talk again when your well,
Sincerely,Phil xx"
