The next day at work, things moved incredibly slowly. Nobody came into the gallery, and people outside seemed to walk in slow motion.
I found myself thinking about dans offer. I didn't want him to babysit me, or think that I can't survive without relying on him.
A part of me didn't want to rely on dan, because I knew something bad was going to happen, and that this fairytale wouldn't last. I shouldn't be with a guy like dan.
Dan should have a famous person as his lover. One that can cook, and clean and do him right. One that does YouTube so that they can both go to conventions, and one that is pretty, so they don't look like fucking shrek standing next to his angelic face. He could be a vampire-I haven't ruled that one out yet.
My phone buzzed me out of my thoughts.
Danhowell🌚: hey I know I'm not meant to text you at work, but I was thinking
Emma🎨: that's a first 😂
Danhowell🌚: rude
Emma🎨: love ya rly
Danhowell🌚:mhhmm
Emma🎨: what were you thinking about
Danhowell🌚: your offer for me to move in
Danhowell🌚: I was thinking, I would love to
Emma🎨: move in?
Danhowell🌚:yes
Emma🎨: good
Emma🎨: you are not paying my rent if that's what ur playing at
Danhowell🌚: is there anything wrong with wanting to help out your girlfriend?
Emma🎨: there is helping, then there is parenting
Danhowell🌚: you can call me daddy😉
Emma🎨: oh my god I think your medication has made you a horny bastard
Danhowell🌚: definitely
Emma🎨: when are you moving in?
Danhowell🌚: I was thinking the weekend if that suits you
Emma🎨: yep sure
Emma🎨: I have to go
Emma🎨: you know, working?
Danhowell🌚: sorry about that, I just really wanted to tell you now
Emma🎨: 😘
Danhowell🌚: I love you
Emma🎨: love you too Daniel
Danhowell🌚: Daniel? Am I in trouble?
Emma🎨: see you after work 😉
Danhowell🌚: bye
Dan was moving in! Finally!
This seemed to make the day go even slower though.
I decided to leave 20 minutes early. People wouldn't want to come in anyway.
I got in an Uber and went straight to dans.
We rounded the same corner that I had seen dans car wrapped around a pole, and got a sudden lump in my throat.
He is fine. Dan is fine. The car might not be fine, but dan is fine
I remembered my emotions, as they welled up in a pit in my stomach, making me want to cry even though I knew dan was okay.
I remembered my first week in London. The day dan drove me around to see land marks. The day of our first kiss. He was a careful driver, and a slow one at that. But how could he have gotten in a crash like that? I let the thought go, and concentrated on the shop fronts, and displays in the window as the traffic moved slowly.
I got to Phil's apartment, knocked, but no one answered. I knocked again. Dan wouldn't go out would he? I told him not to. I knocked again. No answer.
"Dan? It's me"
No answer. I knocked again.
No answer
