plants & stars // phan

01

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i was the ocean
you wanted rivers
i was the moon
you chased the stars.
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[...]

stars are beautiful aren't they?

dan howell loves the stars.
his mother always said, that he is one of the most gorgeous stars in the whole universe.

it's not a rhetorical thing, no, dan is a star.
the stars are like his family.

they replace his real one.

when he looked up to the dark sky, he only paid attention to the little dots, sprinkled all over the dark sky.

dan can stare at them for hours.

and when it's daytime, he closed the blinds in his room and makes his own little universe.
how?
with his mind and his hands.

dan howell has the ability to light the whole world up.

he just had to move his hands and think about it and then little dots appear.

they dance trough his room, surrounding dan and bringing him into another world; his own one.

there are big and small, bright and less bright dots.

but the fact is, they are all stars.
his stars.

he often creates pictures.

his mom is one of the pieces of art he made.
the stars formed her smiling face and sometimes she was waving. dan could swear he heard her talking sometimes.
dan talked to her, telling his mom how he felt and what happened today, but she never answered and dan knew she couldn't hear him.

everything happened in his mind, in his messed up mind, it was just imagination, just fantasy.
(a/n; is this thE reAl life, is this jUst fAntasy.)

dan knows that she never will come back.
she is gone.

his brother, gone.

even his dad, gone.
everyone left him.

why?
because they got murdered.

why?
they all got killed, they all had powers, like dan, they all were different.

in this world people with powers exist.
some are very fast, are able to freeze everything or control the light like dan.

his mom had the ability to control lights too.
his dad and dan's brother adrian were able to control fire.

three months ago.

it was the last time he saw is family, the last time he was with them, the last time he spoke to them.
he missed them.

it felt like years, but it were months, unbelievable.

[...]

dan closed his eyes.

he remembered the day.
clearly.
every minute.
every fucking second.
horrible.

he could hear the screams, the last things they said to him, their last movements.
the helpless cries of his mom, his dad and his brother.

he remembered the voices of the hunters.

yeah, hunters.
special people are not accepted in this world.
(a/n; shotout to homophobic ppl who think the same lmao)

they are dangerous, well honestly they think so.

everybody is afraid of them; they are able to fight us, to start a war, they say.
they have to die, every single one of them.