Opposite Omens | Phan

Chapter 6 - Home

A/N: I'm finally back in action! Sorry for making you wait so long for my lazy ass, but I swear I'll start getting on the writing grind all over again from today onward! I moved house, got some new kitties, named 'em after Voltron characters... it's been a roller coaster. But more appropriately, I've just been unmotivated.

But now that that's all out of the way, let's get back to the chapter!

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Pink.

Dan couldn't stop staring at it. He had never felt this way about anything before. He wasn't afraid. Just extremely curious, to a point that his mind had become completely clouded. He looked like a cat to a faucet or a dog to it's reflection. Completely and utterly fascinated.

Phil was scheduled to visit today, or at least that's what he said last time they had talked. Time had been blurring together a lot lately, it didn't even feel like he was living anymore. They had been texting a lot, being that Phil hadn't had the energy to move out of the house lately. Dan didn't really care all that much, but that didn't change the fact that he was lonely. So incredibly lonely.

No matter how many times he tried to get his mind off the tattoo, not even the endless amount of support from their communities could prevent it from penetrating his thoughts. Love could mean a lot of things really. Love could be platonic or romantic. Love could be a deep care for someone close to you. Love could be your soulmate, or best mate at that. But some little voice in the back of his head told Dan that love in this circumstance meant all of the above.

His injuries had been getting better. The nurses assigned to take care of him kept saying that he would be "out and better than ever any day now," a thought that still failed to bring back his dimpled smile. The only things that kept him sane these days were the plans he made for when he got out of bed again. He be able to update their fan base on what had REALLY happened to him, release videos on his normal bi-monthly schedule, and then everything would be right as rain. Or at least he hoped so.

He thought back again to what had gotten him here in the first place. That damn tattoo. He never wanted to see it again, never wanted to speak of it or even mention it for the rest of his days. But it's not like he had a choice. The aura from around the symbol seemed to draw him towards it, forcing him to think about it day and night as it slowly, internally, tore him to shreds. Everything around him seemed to fade into black as he stared at it day after day, the sight driving him half to insanity.

What did it mean?

But it didn't have to be that way. He knew very well that the constant changing of the tattoo had to mean the event was soon upon them. The climax of both Phil and his stories' were upon them, leaving them to count down the days until something that could change their whole lives for the better or worse. He did have hope though. After all, lighter colors signified the good things in life, and pink was certainly a bright color. If all remained according to plan, then everything in the lives of Dan and Phil might just get a little bit sweeter. Or at least he hoped.

Dan's thoughts drifted away for a moment into a different section of his mind: one specially reserved for Phil. Phil had been an important part of Dan's life, quite possibly the most important, for almost a decade now. He meant the world to him, and would do anything to keep him safe and happy. Phil was his sunshine. His endless sunshine. And he had come the closest to putting out that light.

"He must feel so guilty." Dan thought to himself, a horrified expression trailing it's way across his cheeks.

Phil shouldn't have to hold himself accountable for Dan's stupid actions. An argument, especially as light as one as they had had, didn't deserve the sort of reaction he had left his friend with. He had walked out that door with no regard for his friend's feelings. And he felt terrible about it. The curly haired man slid down in his covers, allowing tears to silently stream down his pale face. The way his body hurt was nothing compared to what he felt inside.