imvu ❥ dan howell

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Seconds make up minutes, and sixty of those make up an hour. Hours make up days, days make up weeks, and so on... Nevertheless, these are measurements of time. The definition of time is "the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole". Another definition is to"plan, schedule, or arrange when (something) should happen or be done". Of course there are other definitions of time- there's multiple- but these two are the ones that are going to be focused upon.

Time does not stop. It does not wait, cease, slow, quicken, or skip. It is periodical. Often time is used to measure when something should happen or will happen. As someone may count the seconds in a minute, or the minutes in the hours of the day, the time will not speed up and the time will not slow down. It will remain consistent and the event will happen at that specific time. This is known as waiting.

In the situation of someone waiting, they may be waiting in two ways. The first to focus on is defined as to "stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or until something else happens", and the other is to "stay where one is or delay action until (someone) arrives or is ready". One of these definitions is usually in most cases better than the other, as one is expected and the other is at random to a person.

Taking time and waiting into effect is not very hard, as together they make up many scenarios of a person's life. Good, bad, expected, not expected... these things always happen. For example, as Audi sent countless messages to a certain boy's online game account, she waited and waited for there to one day be a time that he would message her back. Now of course hope is a whole new idea, but we're not going to talk much about it other than the fact that Audi was full of hope. Maybe even false hope if you will. She hoped more than anything that one day she would get a reply from the sick boy, but all she instead received was more ticking time and the invitation to wait.

Some days were worse than others. Slow days with nothing to do we're the worst, days that had plans were okay. If she knew there was something that her friends were planning on doing, she would join in for the sole purpose of not having to just wait. Time would seem to pass faster and sometimes there would be a time when she wasn't thinking about the inevitable truth.

The inevitable truth. Or in other words, "a situation that is unavoidable, which is true or in accordance with fact or reality".

The inevitable is death. It happens to everybody one way or another. Some reach this stage of life faster than others, and there's countless upon countless of ways that one may stumble upon death.

The truth is knowing that someone is going to die. No matter how much someone can refuse to accept, it's the truth. And what a sad truth it is.

So when Audi slumped against the counter of the IceCream shop, and Dan struggled for breath laying in the hospital bed, they knew the inevitable truth that was to come.

It could be any amount of time. Seconds make up minutes, and sixty of those make up an hour. Hours make up days, days make up weeks... It was just a matter of time.

Pent up emotions, anxiety, everything that develops and just can't be released; it all comes crashing down in a waterfall of hurt when that time finally comes.

So when the infamous Dan Howell stopped breathing on the dark and early morning of the 16th of August, he finally met his time. He could quit waiting and finally feel new again. He was free from his body's hell.

But Audi was asleep and dreaming of past times when the time that she was avoiding came. Peace turned to disbelief and then to pain as she listened to some hospital receptionist explain that Daniel James Howell had died minutes ago. She didn't speak a word and when the call was over, her arm fell limp and her phone slipped from her hand to the floor. She turned onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as all of her hurt and sadness flowed out in the form of tears and quiet sobs. Her heart broke in the process as she realized that she would never see him again. She would never get to touch him, hear his voice, smell the subtle smell of his cologne... She wouldn't have to wait for the time when he would unblock her and message her back.

The air conditioning whirled in the background of the apartment, blowing cool air into the atmosphere. The sound of paper flapping back and forth quietly filled her ears, and she didn't have to look to know what it was. The photostrip flipped in the air, the words Dan had written flashing for her to see.

don't forget about me
-xo dan 11.7.16

She would never forget about him.