Best Friends (phanfic)

Philly

The now self-loathing Phil Lester dragged himself sorrowfully up the six winding flights of stairs to his girlfriend's apartment. He hastily checked his phone, realizing how worried he had probably made her. He had been with Dan for the whole day, apologizing over and over for how much of an idiot he was. Why couldn't it have been him?

6 misscalls from: ❤️❤️❤️

Text message from: ❤️❤️❤️
Phil?? What's wrong??

Text message from: ♥️♥️♥️
Why were you crying??

Text message from: ♥️♥️♥️
Where did you go?

Text message from: ♥️♥️♥️
Did I do something?

Text message from: ♥️♥️♥️
I'm sorry. Please come back. What did I do?

He sighed a lengthy, guilt-strewn sigh and produced his apartment keys. He gathered himself and prepared for the explanation he would have to give his girlfriend, who had been worried sick, and upset due to the thought that she had done something wrong. As he cautiously edged open the creaky door, he heard a quick padding of feet rush to the door.

"Phil! I'm so happy you're back! I'm really sorry... Did I do something wrong?"

"No... It was Dan. He-he got hit by a car this morning." Phil's voice sounded strangled with pain and he possessed a lump in his throat. He was going to cry.

"Oh my gosh! Is he okay?!" his girlfriend felt obvious concern and worry, which showed on her face, and had overtaken her relieved and content expression from just seconds before.

"He's... he's in a coma. He's been self harming. And it's all my fault..." Phil finally gave up, his tears overflowing like a crumbly, cracked dam finally bursting, flooding it's nearby town and destroying everything in its path.

"Philly, it's okay!" his girlfriend pulled him in to a tight embrace, in an attempt to comfort him with his despair and guilty conscience.

Phil remained stiff and didn't return the gesture. 'Philly' was the nickname that Dan had given him. No one could call him that.

"Don't call me that." he replied, in the same tone he had used when that irritating receptionist had pronounced Dan's last name incorrectly. Except this time, he shrugged his girlfriend's loving arms off cruelly and looked to the ground.

"Phil? Wh-what's wrong?" she asked innocently, with yet another wave of worry and panic washing over her face.

"I need some time alone." the dark-haired boy replied coldly, moving towards the door.

"Do you not love me anymore?" she asked timidly, her gaze turned to the floor.

Phil didn't reply. She jerked her head upwards. Crystalized drops of sadness cascaded from her soft pale green eyes.

Her pupils constricted into two miniscule midnight coloured dots. She stared, hurt, at her ex-boyfriend for another long, painful second and turned away slowly.

"Okay."

After about five seconds she heard the door close. There was no anger behind it. No force. He had gone without any kind of regret or second thoughts.

She was alone.
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Can you see that I didn't give his gf a name?? That's cos she is more or less insignificant to the plot. This is a phanfic not a philandhisgirlfic. She seems like an Angela to me idk man.