"GIVE ME aaanother oooone" the llama-loving Daniel Howell demanded.
No, scratch that. He could never love anything again. It had been six months since the one he had confessed his love to had left his life forever, and Dan was just as drunk as he was depressed.
Do you know what depression feels like, dear readers? It feels like you're drowning, and you're fighting and pushing with all your strength to have a simple breath of air that you took for granted so easily before. You catch a glimpse of your friends through the darkness, and you scream and shout and smash your fists into the glass wall that holds you. Your friends only give you confused looks and stare at you cluelessly. You're screaming with all the air in your lungs for someone to save you, and you only sink deeper into the inky black depths of the tank of water that seems to last forever. Why can't you just hit the bottom and push back up? Why do you have to drown? Some people give up kicking and screaming, fighting for that last breath of air that they will never get, the desperate thought that they didn't want to die. Why them? Some just allow their arms and legs to go limp and they sink into the murky blackness, tired of trying so hard and never escaping. None of them wanted to die. They only wanted to end their pain.
Dan stumbled unsteadily out of the bar and clumsily withdrew his phone from his pocket.
4:13 am
He staggered across the deathly silent night time roads of London. He smiled sloppily to himself. Phil had always been a night owl. If only Phil had been with him that moment. Phil... He missed him so mu-
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Best Friends (phanfic)
FanfictionDan has a secret. Phil has a secret. Dan loves Phil. Phil is moving out. Dan needs to be with Phil. Phil needs to be with his girlfriend. And I need to be with nutella. I hope you enjoy my fanfiction ^-^ DISCLAIMER: WILL INCLUDE DESCRIPTIONS OF...
