True Love Knows No Boundaries

You're All I Have

~Dan's POV~

"I should've left you in that alley to die!"  

That's the last thing I said to Phil before I ran off. I sat in the cab on the way to 'my house', face in my hands to hide my tears. What was I thinking? Was I that desperate to protect Phil that I just left him? Was I really 'protecting' him by leaving? Yes, with me around he was in more danger than a zebra walking through a pack of lions. bad annoy, I know.  Suddenly something tapped on the window, I looked up and realized where I was. Cautiously I paid the driver and slowly made my way up to the front door, my heart racing, not with joy but with utter fear. Within seconds of my knuckles hitting the door, I was face to face with the one thing I feared. He slowly motioned me inside and instinctively I bolted towards the stairs, I was halfway to my room when his hands grabbed my arm causing me to turn towards him only to meet his fist with my face. The crack of my nose echoed in my ears as I tried to get to my feet. My hand just barely grabbed the knob of my door, however, before I knew it he was holding me above his head. It all happened so fast, everything seemed to go into slow motion as he threw me from the banister causing me to land on broken glass and the hard, cement floor. Before I knew what was happening his fist was repeatedly colliding with my face. That's all I remember. 

~What Must've Been days Later~

My head was pounding. As I pushed myself upwards a sharp pain shot through my hands, oh right, I was bleeding, thanks to the broken glass I'd been sleeping on. Fuck. My eyes quickly caught a glimpse of the clock. I had been unconscious for five days!? Oh no... I still had time to get to school. School... Phil... Jesus Christ, what am I doing? 

When I finally made it to the school gates I was greeted by some familiar faces, and not the good kind. "Hey Danny, where's your pastel boy toy?" Joe laughed as they all stepped towards me. 

"Who Phil? Pastel bitch tits Phil? Jesus guys you didn't think I'd actually cared about that faggot did you?" I laughed as their reactions turned rapidly from confused to happy. "I'm not that pathetic," I smiled as they laughed and wrapped their arms around me. 

"I knew it!" Troye chanted as we made our way into the building, "I knew Dan Howell wouldn't fall for that fucker!" I smiled but my smile soon faded as we started walking towards Phil. 

I wanted to run, run away from all of this. Or, run towards Phil, run into his arms and tell him how sorry I am and that I wanted nothing more than things to go back to normal. Phil obviously didn't see us coming because his head was still buried in his locker, but that didn't last long as when we were five feet from him his eyes met mine. They were stained with tears, his eyes puffy and red, his glasses on and his hair messy, this wasn't the Phil I knew. This wasn't my Phil. He wasn't dressed in his usual pastel bright colors, no, he was in grey sweatpants and a baggy grey sweater. The cold realization soon flooded through my mind, I did this, I had taken his innocent and loving heart and shattered it within minutes. As soon as his eyes saw who was with me a river of tears left his eyes, quickly turning and running towards his class. "That's right faggot!" Caspar yelled, "Run from all your problems like the wimp you are and always will be!" I wanted to punch them, beat them to a bloody pulp, but how could I? How could I beat someone else who was causing him just as much pain as I was?