dan howell is a fatuous git.
he didn't regret it. he didn't break eye contact with him, looking from the cab driving on the road, a straight line, to nowhere. he didn't feel anything that could have made him question his decision, and the words that poured, hours ago, steady and unscripted, seemed as if he rehearsed them on his lips endlessly before the bathroom's mirror.
"i want you to leave."
he stood on the porch, arms crossed above his inert chest, eyes locked to the horizon. he stood there until the night engulfed him, and moonlight brushed his ebony hair.
phil turned slowly, and arms falling numbly to his sides, entered the front door and shut it tight.
he paced up the narrow staircase, the smell of antique rug under his feet fill his lungs.
He didn't look up and crossed the hall without orientation.
then he stopped.
surprisingly, the door knob was still lukewarm from his touch.
he recoiled for a second.
then, without thinking, he knocked on the door.
silence.
the doorknob creaked at his grip as he opened the door.
he entered the room.
he sat down.
he remained silent.
and he cried.
it wasn't a burst of tears or a muffled scream.
he just exhaled a long breath and with it, the tap pulled. the cork popped.
phil lester is not phil lester anymore.
he is nothing but a curl of warm flesh, clutched tightly to himself to fear of losing himself completely. To fear of collapsing on the ground.
he will come back. Of course, he will.
he'll ask for a lawsuit, for the rent.
he will come back.
he won't come back.
dan howell is a fatuous git.
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ends. //phan
Fanfiction"May I have your full name? -Daniel James Howell. -Date of Birth? -June 11, 1991 -Adress? -...I don't have one anymore." There's no more "and". It's not there anymore. No more Dan of Dan and Phil. No more Phil of Dan and Phil. Just D...
