Beautiful

Chapter 5

Phil's POV:

I checked my alarm clock the next morning. 7 A.M. It was pretty early, but guilt was eating me alive. I told my best friend that we possibly weren't best friends, and ignored the fact that he said he wanted to move away. Forever. What was wrong with me? How could I be so heartless? I had to apologize right now. I got up without changing or even brushing my hair and ran straight to Dan's door, knocking gently.

"Dan, may I please come in?"

There wasn't a response. I tried knocking harder.

"Dan? I'm sorry I'm early this morning, but I really want to talk to you, if you're not too mad at me..."

Somehow there was still no response. Was he just asleep or angry? I didn't want to bother Dan if he preferred to be left alone, but the anxiety of waiting prevailed and I opened the door.

"Ok Dan, I'm coming in."

I took a deep breath and walked in the room, bracing myself for any loud criticism that might occur with me barging in like this, although, it wasn't my first time in Dan's room. We'd hung out plenty. I wished I could go back in time in order to prevent all this from happening.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I approached meekly, tapping his arm. I then resorted to squeezing his shoulder. All of a sudden, I heard repressed crying. There were tear stains on his pillows. Oh no. Please, no.

"Dan, wake up!" I yelled, shaking his body. "Please wake up! Don't be sad because of me. I'm such a moron." Seeing him like this made me cry also. It was devastating. I snuggled into his bed, placing my arms around his waist, my head on his sturdy chest.

"Wake up soon..." I mumbled. "Please bear."