For once everything was going right in my life.
I felt like things were finally looking up.
Well, that was a lie.
Everything was about to get significantly worse.
The downfall started on a Thursday morning in December.
It was the morning before Christmas Day.
My dad still hadn't come home yet, and my mom was losing her mind with fear.
Now that I had gotten the concept that she nor my dad could see Phil, he started living upstairs, watching TV in the living room, and "sleeping" in my room.
He told me that my room used to be his room 18 years ago, which I found comforting in an oddly terrifying way.
I woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around my bare chest.
"Good morning, Howell." He said, delicately kissing the tip of my nose.
I couldn't help but let out a giggle.
"You're so adorable." He laughed.
Whenever I caught myself smiling, my brain would begin to overthink to the point where I couldn't remember why I was happy in the first place.
A question that burned in my mind was: what are we?
Phil never officially asked me out.
We just kind of kissed one day, and we'd been really flirty ever since.
"P-Phil?" I knew I shouldn't've done it, but I did.
"Yeah, what's up?" He said, squirming into a red sweatshirt, and putting on his glasses.
He was so adorable, and I knew that wouldn't help me pop the question.
"What are we?" I was trembling.
"What?" His smile quickly faded, and he turned over to me.
"You know what I mean." I said.
"Howell, I-" He stopped himself. "You know I love you, but-"
"But?"
"We can't be together.."
"Why?" I could feel the tears coming up.
"Dan. I'm dead." He said.
"But what does that-" I started before he cut me off.
"You're the only person who can see me." He raised his voice, ever so slightly.
"But why?"
"You're insane."
a/n: hey wow so that was bad but v important also some real baD stuff is happening soon and i'm in a good mood rn so i'll hopefully upload a couple more times today. also a really really really huge chapter is coming soon and that'll include music and everything it'll be really fancy
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dance with the dead. || phan au
Fanfiction"there's no other person, that i'd rather be stuck with, howell." // t.w. : cutting, suicide, depression [finished!]