Little Wonder (Phan)

Sixty-Two.

"We have to be careful, what with all those shootings around here." I was holding onto Phil's arm, a content smile on my lips. We were on a date, something we hadn't done in forever, we'd had Louise watch Winnie for us, since it wasn't her week with Darcy. I only got a pat from him and a reassuring smile, saying that nothing would happen to me as long as he was around. I knew that he would keep his promise too, he was stupid like that. But it was another reason why I loved him, one out of a million. We'd just eaten and were ready to walk around for a bit before going home and hopefully having to buy a new bed tomorrow. Grinning I barely even noticed a figure coming towards us, pulling Phil to the side before he got pushed. "Sorry." He just shook his head and pecked my lips, saying that I'd done nothing wrong, thanking me. It didn't make me feel any better though, something was wrong, something would happen soon.

Keeping a tighter grip on his arm, I looked behind us to see that the figure was already gone, he shouldn't have been able to get away so quickly, unless he'd gone into one of the alleyways. "Phil, can we please hurry." I wasn't even interested in buying a new bed tomorrow, I just didn't like the feeling that this side of town gave me. But he didn't seem to feel the same way, I knew he wasn't going to hurry, just hold onto me tighter, and assure me that nothing would happen. But that's where he was wrong. (( this is writer, sorry for the cringe beginning to this whole thing, like, how does one even write crap like this? I LIKE ANGST SO SORRY THAT I MADE A CRINGY STARTER TO THIS JUST DEAL WITH IT, okay, let's get to the angst now))

"You worry too much." He laughed a little bit, but didn't see the figure coming up from behind us, and neither did I, until the last second. I was pushed onto the ground roughly, pushed so that Phil didn't have a grip on me anymore, and I hit my head hard enough that my vision started to go fuzzy. I couldn't move, I could barely breath at the moment, but I could see the fuzzy shapes that were Phil and the figure that kept following us. "Who the hell are you?" His voice was threatening, and he was making his way towards the stranger, but the stranger was grabbing for something in his jacket and I tried to give Phil some sort of warning, but my voice didn't seem to be working. I tried to close my eyes, but they didn't seem to want to, and I saw everything. Phil realised what was about to happen and tried to get out of the way, or at least jump at the stranger so that he could hit the gun out of his hand. But I heard two shots, and saw Phil's blurry shape stumble back, his back hitting the wall. I heard him coughing, and they were pained, and I felt tears quickly down my face. No matter how much my body told me not to move, to just rest and let help come, I forced it to move and go over to Phil. The stranger was gone, he didn't want the consequences that came with the stupid action he'd just done.

I cupped his face in my hand, smiling sadly. "Don't leave me, please. I can't live without you, I just got you back." That wasn't exactly the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. "Winnie can't grow up without her Daddy, Phil I can't grow up without you." I'd basically grown up with him, since I was 18, and now I was 27. He'd watched me grow up, learn, make mistakes, he'd helped me throughout the toughest times in my life, and now he was leaving me when I really needed him. But his eyes were drooping shut, there was a smile on his face, he even laughed at my words, but not what I was saying, he kept saying he would never actually leave me alone.

We heard the sirens, and he pushed me away, no matter how much I knew he wanted to keep me close. "Get some help, Daniel. You're hurt. I'll see you in heaven, okay?" He winked at me before closing his eyes, looking like he was dozing off with a smile. But he never woke up. He was never going to wake up again. I didn't even get to tell him that I loved him, the lost words he was ever going to hear from me was that I couldn't grow up without him. That sounded so selfish. I was nothing but a selfish human being. The paramedics came up behind me, but I was a hollow shell of who I was before, and I let them do whatever they needed to, despite the fact that I wanted to fight and just end it all, I wanted to be with Phil. But I knew that would just be the worst possible option, I would be leaving Winnie all alone. I couldn't do that to her.