dance with the dead. || phan au

twenty one

(a/n: |-/)

A couple days have passed and I spent them alone in my room.

Ever since Phil saved my life, he's been giving me the silent treatment again.

It was killing me.

As much as I didn't want to talk to him, I needed him.

I stopped going to school.

Not because of the constant abuse; I just stopped caring enough to go, and my parents haven't even blinked an eye.

Or better yet, spoken to me.

Almost as if they forgot I even existed.

The days felt long, and the nights felt longer.

I never feel tired. I never feel anything.

Even more than a couple days ago.

Everything is numb.

I heard footsteps coming up the staircase, and a familiar knock on my door.

"C-Come in." I choked.

A sad looking Phil opened the door, to find me laying on my bed.

"Howell.." He said, as he came over to me, and wrapped his arms around me as I began to cry yet again. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."

The reason he stopped talking to me was because I had to fuck everything up by wanting to date my dead roommate.

"Phil.." My voice trailed off. "A-Am I insane?"

He looked me straight in the eyes.

"You're mad."

I couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, wait. You didn't let me finish." He started. "All the best people are."

"Phil Lester, you're an idiot." I said, as I caught myself leaning in and kissing him almost instantly.