The Missing Lester {phan}

14.

Abigail's judgment was long and somehow painful. I couldn't get why wouldn't they just believe in our word and just put a random number of years in prison? I was a law student once but I was so desperate for the moment to end that I forgot everything I learnt in my university years.

It took about two hours to the judge and the jury to come to a conclusion. In Abigail's circumstances, as a diagnosticaded mentally ill patient, she will spend a year in prison followed by a committal for how long it is needed. We didn't know if it was fair or not, but it was what the law decided.

When me and Phil were leaving, some journalists wanted to interview us. How did people find out about the case so quickly? I didn't know if Phil felt comfortable to answer the questions but he answered some:

"Phil Lester, what are you and Dan doing here?" A woman asked.

"Isn't it obvious? We are part of the whole story."

"Phil, who was put in trial there?" A man asked.

"A young woman. Rather not say the name."

"Is it true that you were kept in a basement for 2 months?" Another journalist, rudely, asked.

Phil just took a moment to breathe. "That's enough questions for today." Some people still insisted in asking him questions and I interrupted them. Bloody hell just give the man some privacy!

We were finally home. Phil ran straight to his room. He seemed pretty upset about how rude the journalists were with him. Specially the last one. Maybe he wasn't ready to tell the world what happened to him. I went to his room, give him some comfort. He was sitting on his bed, holding one of his colorful pillows. I sat next to him and I hugged him.

"It was... very hard for me there." Phil broke the ice. "Mainly those questions and the journalists."

"Yeah I can figure." I said. "Phil, do you plan to, you know, tell your followers about it?"

"I think so. It's only fair to explain to them why I was absent for the last two months. I just..."

"Don't feel pressured. Tell them whenever you feel ready, okay Philly?"

"Philly?"

"Oh, sorry, it just came out of my mouth. If you don't like Philly, I can call you something else or..."

"That's a perfect nickname." Phil interrupted. "I love it Danny."

"Okay, I'm not really into Danny but yeah, fine by me!" I laughed.

Phil made me so happy. His eyes, hair, lips, voice, giggles, laughs, jokes, stories... everything made me complete. It doesn't seem right when we are apart. Maybe he was my soulmate or something. Not that I have a soul, but yeah, I think you got the idea.

"Danny?" Phil said. It was a few hours later. We were in our couch, about to start another episode of Sherlock. We were watching the fourth season for the fifth time, just for fun.

"Yes Philly?"

"Why are you so beautiful?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not beautiful. I'm the definition of the devil or death."

"The devil never looked so handsome then."

"Stop it Phil! You're a literal ray of sunshine, what do you know about the devil or hell?"

He stopped. He took a deep breath.

"Everything. I've been there." He stopped with the jokes and this time he was serious. I understood what he meant.

"Sorry to bring it up. Let's just watch the episode."

"Okay."

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Before you all roast me, sorry for a lame update, and I didn't have the patience to search deep about UK laws bc Idek the laws from Brazil (is that bad?) and after what I read I came to the conclusion that it's what would happen to Abigail. If something is incorrect, plz comment here so I can undo my mistake and if someday I decide to become a lawyer (BAHAHAHA like if that would really happen) this could be bad for my career oops