You Got What You Wished For, Daniel.

The Piano

The piano grew louder as he approached the top of the stairs, he remembered the comforting feeling of hearing it. He bit his lip and pushed inside of the flat, in hopes to actually find the man he cared about sitting at his piano playing away while he waited for his friend to return to their shared flat. Phil sucked in a soft breath of air as he looked to the piano, untouched. No Dan, he's gone Philip. He told himself. He shut off the recording and thought to himself of why did he torture himself playing it. It was just a horrible memory that Dan had risked everything to keep Phil alive. Phil looked around the lounge that was once filled with joy, bright colors, two living flat mates. Phil frowned as he shut off the light then caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A black shirt with a circle in the middle. The eclipse shirt that was Dan's signature shirt. He scoffed at himself for wearing such dark colors but he felt like he was disrespecting his best friend, his only friend. His boyfriend. By wearing so many bright colors. Phil sat on the couch and began staring off into space. His mind wondered and he soon remembered how it all happened.

Phil was walking with Dan around London, the two happily playing Pokémon go for fun. Phil decided they would just play instead of recording it. Dan and Phil walked around until they found themselves near their flat. They smiled and began towards the building and they had to cross the street. Dan was busy catching something so Phil went ahead and walked carefully across the street. With out warning as Phil was nearly half way across the street a car came zooming at Phil. Phil was about to move but Dan looked up to see the scared Phil. With out hesitation Dan dropped his phone and ran as fast as he could to Phil knocking him from the way of the car. Suddenly Dan screamed as the car began leading a trail of blood as he zipped away. Phil was scared and grabbed Dan looking at him. His stomach was impacted and he was dying as they sat there on the street. Dan was shaking and he was bleeding out. He looked up to Phil and touched his face. "This was... the most fun... I've ever had.." he managed smearing blood on Phil's face as he went limp and Phil gasped out scared. "DAN! NO DAN!" He held the dead man in his arms and cried. "No please.. come back... come back." He sobbed. 

Phil jerked out of his memory rubbing his face feeling tears stream down his pale cheeks. Why didn't you move? Why did you panic? You could have saved him. Right now if you had both lived you could have been making Phil is not on Fire 8 or finishing up Dan and Phil Go Outside. Phil's sore throat burned as he realized this was his fault, he sobbed pulling his skinny spindly legs to his chest and crying. This wouldn't have happened if you weren't an idiot! He yelled at himself hitting his head repeatedly trying not to scream to only wind up getting a noise complaint.