Dan left the house without a word to Phil. Not one single world. Not even a glance in his direction. His face was an empty mask as he opened the door and left. Phil swallowed his emotions as Dan slammed the door.
As the days went by Dan and Phil grew more distant. Phil became more reserved, often going to his room rather than staying in the living room where Dan would be. Dan was remorseful, he would watch sourly as Phil would slip from the room, clutching his laptop tightly. Dan spent more time Chelsea, they had become good friends. Strange, but good. She made him laugh when Phil didn't.
Phil had shattered. He'd lost his mind completely. He'd burst into tears for no reason at all and muffle the sound in his pillow so Dan wouldn't hear.
Dan didn't hear.
They didn't eat together anymore. Dan would make something and look up longingly at Phil, but he'd turn away and disappear into the next room. Dan ate by himself, picking at the food until the time came for him to go see Chelsea again.
Dan had tried to talk to Phil but he couldn't. There was always a silence between them. A loud unbreakable silence. That hurt most of all. The silence that kept them in place. That day had broken them apart. It had broken them.
Eventually they lost it altogether.
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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...
