Craft (Dan & Phil)

Darkness

Dan stormed out of the building and into the darkness. He wasn't going to start crying again. He could see his breath in the street lamps that made the place look even darker and lonelier.

He leant again the brick wall and tried to keep it together taking shaky breaths as his mind raced, trying to process the event that had just unfolded.

He was so upset he forgot that he was afraid of the dark. He forgot about everything. He couldn't think. It wasn't just dark around him. It was dark in his head.

He took out his phone.

Dan: Hey Chelsea, can I come over tonight?

He looked up into the dark night, breathing in the cold air and the fumes of the city around him. He couldn't think about Phil. He wouldn't. He closed his eyes.

Ping!

Chelsea: Sure!

She texted him the address and he shoved his phone into his pocket. His knees were weak. He was shaking. He began to walk down the street his hands thrust deep in his pockets.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about Phil.

He inhaled shakily.

He arrived on her doorstep in the very early hours of the morning. He knocked on her door.

"Hey Dan!" She chirped as she saw him. He lifted his eyes to hers and her face fell. "Dan, are you okay?" She put her hand under his chin, raising his shiny brown eyes to hers. He looked away and walked in past her.

He sniffed.

"Nice place," he said his voice breaking. She had withered white flowers decorating her house like the ones that had surrounded Phil's grave. It was oddly normal for her yet there was something unsettling about it.

"Dan," said Chelsea uneasily, wringing her hands together. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responded. "Should I sleep on the couch?"

"You can sleep in my bed if you want," she said. He looked up at her and her eyes widened. "I'll sleep in here," she added hastily.

"No, no it's alright," said Dan. "I- I'm just going to go to the bathroom, is that alright?"

"Yes, of course," replied Chelsea quietly. "Up the stairs to your left."

Dan left without a word.

He stood in the bathroom splashing water on his face. His hair had begun to curl once again. He didn't have his straightener. Or his laptop for that matter. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to fix his fringe. Fuck it, he thought looking at himself in the mirror. Fuck Phil.

You hate him, he thought looking into the eyes of his reflection. You hate Phil. You hate Phil. You hate Phil with all your heart. You hate him. You fucking hate him.

But Dan looked away because he was lying.

He hated himself.

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