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phils pov~

I held my phone tight, turning it off, and trying to comprehend what just happened. My eyes fall upon my car keys in the corner of my room on the wooden counter. The thought daunts me, meeting Dan for the first time, without any mental preparation. The thing that worried me the most was he was in trouble, he was terrified, I could feel it.

I sit up from my comfortable position in my bed, and look around the dimly lit room for my phone charger and jacket. I quickly find my jacket over my desk chair, and my charger plugged in the outlet. My head was racing, I felt weak, my body was sore. The walls felt like they were closing on me, suffocating me. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair, I wanted to look decent for Dan. I grab all the necessary things clothes, phone, charger, wallet, etc.

Bitterly cold and humid - such an enchanting combination. Every surface, every blade of grass and twig is growing long ice crystals ten or more millimeters in length. They are little forests of ice, pure white "trees" growing without roots. When I gazed into the distance I see the low fog that clings, hiding the homes at the top of the street; I feel it too - winters breath on my skin. It whisks heat away leaving me pale even though my blood still runs warm.

I get into my car, and quickly turn on the heat, feeling the warm cool my aching body. Beginning to start the car, I take a deep breath. I go onto my phone and type the address onto my phone, and begin the directions.

"Here I come", I whisper, gripping the wheel.

dans pov~

I look down on to the ground, I felt my skin freezing, I held onto my legs tighter and buried my head into my knees. Wanting to disappear , and never return. I hope for Phil to drive across the street and take me away. My back ached, my legs were sore, my head pounded. Every breath I took was my hope slipping away from my mouth and into the distant streets. My body was shaking of fear and the below zero temperatures. People walked by me, they stared, some smiled, and some turned their back on me. I felt like a ghost, invisible to the world.
My heart ached for Phil's presence.

I decided to take out my phone, and figure out how far away Phil is... I needed him.

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Danhowell: hey... are you far

phil: no, about 30 mins... should I come quicker... is there something wrong

Danhowell: i just miss you

phil: i will be there soon, i promise

Danhowell: alright

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I put my phone back into my pocket and returned to my position of holding my legs close to my chest to make warmth. I wanted to return home, in my warm bed, and my warm home. As soon as "the incident" happened, I ran from my flat, and into the streets and far away. When I ran, I wanted to run from myself, my family, my memories. Phil was my cure, my addiction.

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phil: i'm 15 minutes away, you okay?

danhowell: i'm fine

phil: you sure?

danhowell: yeah

phil: alright, love you

danhowell left the conversation...

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a/n
this was not edited so if there's mistakes, ignore them💞