Hanahaki ~Phan~

Epilogue

Dan dressed in all black for Phil's funeral, standing near Phil's equally as sorrowful parents.

He'd kept a flower, delicately washed away of Phil's sticky blood and pressed between two of his world record books to dry and keep forever, next to his note.

He was heartbroken over Phil's death. He'd broken up with his girlfriend out of pure grief and the slight disgust he had in himself for dating her all whilst Phil probably liked him so much more than she ever did.

Dan had never felt more guilty in his entire life.

He went home after paying his respects to Phil lastly out of anyone, knowing it was probably inappropriate to place flowers on Phil's grave and instead placing a small box of chocolates there he knew he'd never get to eat, but knew were Phil's favourites after long discussions about it in the library.

He missed him already.

He sat down on his bed, still dressed in his stiff and stuffy suit as he sniffled, wiping fat tears off of his cheeks. He glanced at the drying flower with a watery smile, remembering all the good times he had with Phil before getting a little uncomfortable. Something didn't really feel quite right. He cleared his throat as best he could, coughing a little afterward.

And, into Dan's hand popped a tiny little buttercup.

It's hard to love someone back once you're dead, after all.