murder. heartbreak. suicide.
in this dan x reader, you will face many life and death challenges. some even questioning your real life existence.
summary: on your way up the stairs to your new flat, you meet dan and phil, who soon become your close f...
Helllooooo. This will be a short chapter because I'm not sure what to write because I forgot to plan out this chapter. When I was writing the outlines, I accidentally missed chapter seven. Enjoy this little bit, though. :)
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I swore I saw him. I swore I saw Phil from across the room when I would lay awake at night. Dan said he felt the same way. He said whenever he walked past Phil's room, he could feel a sudden gust of cold air, calling out his name.
The only time Dan and I truly talked was when we were texting or calling. He didn't leave his flat, and either did I.
Ever since Phil died a month ago, Dan or I never uploaded to YouTube. We could barely even bring ourselves to do something as simple as updating our Twitter or reply to a comment.
If it wasn't for Dodie, the world would think we were dead. She even wrote a song about how we can put this aside and be fine. The word got out to my fan base and the phandom and being the psychotic teenagers they are, they made a big deal of it.
One of the most trending tags on the internet now is #LoveForDanand(Y/N). Along with #RIPhil and other tags unrelated to this.
The internet was quite quiet besides that. A bunch of YouTubers have started "a month of silence" in remembrance of Phil. All of his friends have changed their profile images to pictures with Phil.
I didn't change mine, because I couldn't suck it up and look at his face. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror.
I couldn't stand to look at my eyes that were now forming large bags. I couldn't stand to look at my ten feet tall hair. I could stand to look at the monster I've become.
I was all too broken, all to ripped apart to be back to my normal state. I was a shattered window, in the morning sun. There was no glue or person who could put me back together, besides Dan but he didn't even leave his own bed. He is just as depressed as I am.
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I miss his smile. I miss Dans smile almost as much as I miss Phil. I miss the way his dimple comes out to see the moon in the evening. I miss the way his teeth perfectly line up to form a breathtaking smile.
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I miss Dan. It's true. Or it's just because I miss interacting with other humans. Or it's because...because I love him
