Please Don't Go

Forever and Always // Chapter 22

We walk hand in hand to the park that I proposed to Phil at and sit on one of the benches. We didn't bring anything to eat, so it really isn't a picnic, but week stopped for Starbucks on our way here, so its a picnic enough.

"Do you think you'll ever get sick of me?" I ask with my head on Phil's shoulder.

"Dan!"

"What?" I sit straight up.

"I could never get sick of you," Phil said, staring at me with those mesmerizing blue green yellow eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"1000 percent," Phil took my hand and kissed it, smiling at me.

"Okay." I looked up at the dull London sky. I remember the dream I had last night, not particularly wanting to remember.

//

I'm all dressed up in my plain black tux, blue and pink flowers in my pocket. I'm wearing a plain black bow tie and plain black shoes.

My hair is curly as all hell, lightly brushed, but not too much as it would explode.

I see Phil standing there already with the minister. The ever looking hateful minister.

I see Phil's parents, and I see my parents. PJ is Phil's best man, and my dad Is mine. He's waiting by the minister.

I take a deep breath and take a step out onto the blue carpet. I walk as everyone stands up to watch my every step. I see Phil beaming as I make it up to my dad. His tongue is poking out in just the slightest, making me smile.

I'm getting married to this man.

Fast forward a few years, Phil and I have moved out of an apartment and into a beautiful house. Moving was quite stressful, but we handled it. We got a dog, too. A shiba inu named Susan. I bet you can guess who picked the name.

We're still successful YouTubers, but we're older now. I'm turning 31 in a few months and Phil is 35. Our audience is now our grown teenagers, who are now probably in their early twenties.

How's our relationship? Its okay. Not as romantic, but we make it work.

Fast forward to when I'm 38 and Phil's 43.

PINOF stopped three years ago, as did our YouTube careers. No one wants to watch men nearing and in their forties play the Sims.

Our dog passed away last month due to bone cancer, rest in peace Susan.

I work in a nearby office and Phil works as a weatherman, ironically enough.

We don't have any kids, mainly because we don't have the money to adopt one. It makes Phil and I really sad. We really did want kids. We had already planned it all out. We were going to adopt a set of twins; a boy and a girl. We were going to teach them all of life's best lessons and take them to the park and take them on walks with Susan.

But, we can't.

Our life is a boring cycle of work and who does the dishes, and dont even mention our sex life. We try, but it just never works out.

Our life now, mid 60's, is us kissing each other on the cheek as we leave for work, and talking about our day over spaghetti dinners. Seeing people in the streets, and the occasional, "Hey, you look like a YouTube I used used watch about 30 years ago!"

Its boring.

I don't know how much longer I can take it.

//

I wake up in a cold sweat, Phil on the other side of the bed, snoring softly, fast asleep.

Thank god.

"Phil?" I shake him softly.

"Yeah? Are you okay?" Phil sits up and rubs his eyes.

"Yeah. Phil, will you ever stop loving me? Even if we never have kids and our dog dies and I work in an office?"

"Dan, of course not. I'd love you if we never had kids, or if our dog dies, or even if you works in an office. I'm always going to love you, Daniel Howell. Forever and always. There will never be a moment when I doubt that."

"Okay."

"I love you, Dan."

"I love you too, Phil."

//

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