Broken//Phan

Ch. 40

This chapter might be longer than usual...

Also in the last chapter I forgot to mention... 3k views?? Why do people read my writing?

Also no one tried to guess what was happening in the last one I'm so sad rip. The photos are frikken hilarious though

[Dan POV]

I stare out the window, watching as the whole world seems to move passed me. I feel warm fingers wrap around my thin, cold ones, another hand pressing on the top of both hands. I tilt my head towards the raven haired boy beside me, exchanging a sad smile with him. I rest my head on the window on the opposite side of my frame, letting my eyes fall shut until the vechile comes to a hault.

With my free hand, I cover my face, refusing to let the tears fall. For now, anyway.

"Do you want to see her yet?" I hear Phil say softly, as if he was scared he was going to break me. I look over at him, instantaneously wrapping my lanky figure around his, burying my face into his shoulder.

"Can we wait a m-minute?" My voices cracks and breaks.

"Whatever you want, Dan." He sighs deeply, pressing his lips on my hair. "Take as long as you need."

After about five minutes, I look up into his icy blue eyes.

"Let's get this over and done with." I mumble, getting off of him, getting out of the vechile.

I stand infront of church, focusing on keeping my tears back. I feel a gentle hand on my upper back. I look up to see it's, infact, Phil, resting my head on his shoulder.

I see Katherine waiting at the church door, Phil helping me into the church. Inside the church door, a man dressed in a black suit stood, obviously on guard.

We cautiously walk past him, heading towards the coffin in the centre slowly. I halt, lifting my head off Phil's shoulder and turn towards him.

"I have one job for you."

"Okay, what job?"

"Just," I grab his hand and interlace our fingers. "Make sure I don't trash the place while I cry and scream."

"Job accepted." Phil smiles sadly. I lean up to place a kiss on his cheekbone.

"How do you do that so easily? That was scary as shit." I chuckle lightly as he shrugs, smirking a little bit. My smile drops as I make my way towards my deceased mother.

Tears form in my eyes. I feel Phil squeeze my hand as I trudge towards the coffin.

Even from a distance, I can see her pale lifeless face, looking like she's at peace, but also in lots of pain at the same time.

As we draw closer, I become increasingly tense by the step. With each of those steps, Phil brought me closer to him.

By the time we make it directly infront of her resting figure, I may as well have been in his pocket.

"You've made it this far, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to." I hear Phil say softly as a shed tear rolls delicately down my cheek.