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Snowdrop.

Snowdrop.

Snowdrop.

No matter what, I can't get that word from my head. Hell, if it's even a word to begin with! I've never heard it in my life. Never. Yet for some reason, it's in my head, stuck on a loop, a small, sugary voice saying snowdrop. It's driving me mad.

I sigh and stand, the blanket dropping from my legs. "Sir, you shouldn't be standing." One of my servants tried to stop me, to push me back in that blasted wheelchair. I shook her off and threatened to fire her if she said that one more time. I managed to shrug on my coat, the heavy cloth both familiar and foreign. It had been forever since I'd worn it, forever since I'd left the mansion. I bent shakily and dragged my boots towards me, my feet slipping into them like puzzle pieces fitting together. I stood with the help of the wall and railing. I slowly snapped my scarf around my neck, pulling my gloves over my gaunt hands, the cold leather feeling even colder on my pale hands. I sat my hat on my head, pulling it down to cover my ears.

I let out a shuddered sigh and looked to the door. It was white on this side, but on the other it was a deep mahogany. I wrapped my hand around the brass knob and twisted, pushing the door open.

I was greeted by a sharp, icy wind. I pulled up my collar to protect my pronounced cheekbones from the wind and hail. I reached inside and found grasp of an umbrella, opening it above me to shield from the ice smacking the ground. I almost fell-slipped on the ice-sticking my hand out and finding purchase on one of the handrails near the front steps. I slowly made my way to the pavement, which had been cleared from the snow. It felt derived to have snow falling on my clothed skin, the cold stinging my cheeks and turning any flesh showing red.

I shakily walked down the street, my heavy shoes clunking against the pavement. I walked beside the city side-street, walking the familiar route etched into my mind, as it had been since I was small. I was born to a wealthy family, living in a large estate not too far from London.

Three years ago, I was in a horrific accident. I had almost lost a leg, resulting with me being stuck in a wheelchair for the duration of that time. I also lost a large chunk of my memory; around 2 years of that time. Some parts of my more distant memories had faded, and I had bouts of short-term memory loss. I don't even remember what the accident was; I just remember the screams, the pain, the agony. I lost my parents, though I was well equipped to care for myself. It hurt, a lot. I should introduce myself, sorry.

My name is Philip Lester, though I go by Phil. I don't remember much of anything worthwhile in my life. Just this one word that I feel is the most important thing ever. Snowdrop.

A/N~ Jasper here. Uh, so this is just a Phan AU. Phil was born wealthy, and Dan was average, as he is in the irl. Phil was in an accident, and forgot everything about Dan; Dan himself faded from Phil's memory. Oh, yeah. Dan also says the word "Snowdrop". Don't ask me why; I got an idea and it ended a Phan cuz I haven't written one in forever.