Philip strolled down the damp, London sidewalk, looking for somewhere to go. He didn't want to go back home...he couldn't. He couldn't even think about Dan without bawling his eyes out; and that's what was happening right now. He was crying hard, attracting stares with every step. The busy London street was covered in glistening puddles. Phil remembered when he would jump in the puddles with Dan in Manchester. Back when they were younger; happy; free. That might be all over now.
Phil didn't even want to think about his best friend anymore. He just needed to find somewhere decent to stay tonight. He took $300 from his emergency stash before he stormed out his shared flat. Phil new that $300 would be enough to get him a motel for the night and some food with lots of emergency money. Also, if he was stopped by any policemen, he wouldn't seem like a druggie.
He tried to focus on the song playing though his cheap headphones. It was called "Undisclosed Desires" By his favorite band, Muse. This was his and Dan's song. He thought it was impossible, but he began crying even harder. He just wanted him back. He just wanted to be best friends again. He wanted all of this to be over, like it never happened.
