The Beginning

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(Phils P.O.V)
What happened to me? I'm sat all alone on Dan's bed. It's been over 2 years and I still haven't gotten rid of his things. I just can't bring myself to do it. I will never let go of the memories, the sleepless nights chatting on his bed that once took over my feelings because of the cheery-ness. Now they haunt my mind like a ghost.

I also wonder why Amanda did what she did. Where is she now? Is she still out there? Waiting for my next move? Well she won't get one. Because I haven't left my flat so she might think I'm dead. That I've gone to my beloved Heart Eyes Howell again.

I might go.
To find out what happened.
To see where my dan is.

Back to the warehouse.
The abandoned, haunted warehouse.
I need to know. To know what happened to him. What happened to his body...

Walking to the place was congeal and horrible, memories flooding back like a wave crashing on my emotional beach. The roads felt empty, even though crowds of people roamed them. Streetlights looked dark eventhough they were full of light. I felt emotional eventhough I appeared fine. I am good at doing that, looking normal when feeling broken. Most widows are. I call myself a widow because Dan was like a husband to me.

No one, nothing either was there. Just a rope on the floor and a feeling of death and decapitated happiness.
Coldness created sadness which created tears which created an empty mess.
Me.

"PHIL! YOU CAME BACK FOR ME!" A hand touched my shaking shoulder and caused me to jolt in shock and spin around on my bottom until facing...

A ghost. A ghost I would recognize anywhere in this ghastly world of ours.

It's really him.

The ghost of my Heart Eyes Howell.

The ghost of my Dan.

The ghost of Snapchat.

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I hope you enjoy.
Edit: Most of my stories might be fanfics bc I'm a trashy rat like my bestfriend oncelester

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