Bring Me Home // Phan

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Phil's POV

I made sure that Dan did a different activity each day.

Not even always outdoors, or big, but something.

Over the days I had noticed a decline in his mood, and I was upset to find the same look appear on his face.

Empty.

Yet full of emotions.

Grief, distress, confliction and pain

I didn't want him to hurt.

I wanted him to be happy.

So I took him places.

The beach, the shopping centre, the museum, and today - Starbucks.

Dan's POV

I wasn't sure why Phil was so eager to go out to all these places, but I couldn't really say no.

Otherwise he'd know something was wrong.

I didn't want to go.

I wanted to disappear.

But I had to go.

For Phil.

We stepped into the café, relishing at the warmth inside compared to the cold exterior. The place was almost empty, and I went to sit down by the window as Phil ordered.

The window was fogged up, but after drawing a sad face on the glass, I could see through to the street outside.
People ran along with bags of shopping, phones in hand, and children.
Everyone was in such a hurry.

So why was I so far behind?

A figure came and sat next to me, handing me my drink.
I smiled at Phil gratefully, and took a sip.

We sat in silence as we drank, and I saw Phil staring at the face I had drawn on the window.
He looked... disappointed?

When Phil finished his drink, I picked ours up to put them in the bin.

Mine wasn't even halfway drank, but he didn't need to know that.

All he needed to know was that I was trying - and I was.

I was trying so hard to find the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

I would not let the voice win.