Phil's POV
I sat back in my chair and rubbed my stomach. My pizza plan was nothing short of amazing. I looked to Dan, who was on his forth piece of pizza.
"Dan your stomach is gunna explode!" I laughed.
"Eh, maybe but this pizza is so good it would be worth it, and we are technically working out since we rode the bike here." He shrugged, putting down the pizza and burping. "Sorry." He smiled. That make me smile.
"Let's go, where are we going now?" I asked.
"The park!" Dan shouted. I smiled, but inside I knew this was a bad idea. The park was a good place for parents to go with their kids. I had done this before with another guy, and parents would scoff, turn their kids around and called us so many names. I didn't want that for Dan, hell, I didn't want that for me.
"Phil, everything alright?" I jumped out of my train of thought.
"Yeah, let's go." I put a $5 on the table and grabbed Dans hand as we walked out the door.
————————10 minutes later———
Dan parked the bike and we walked together down to a picnic table by a playground.
"Phil?" I turned to look at Dan. "I don't want you to leave with me." He mumbled. "I'm not going to let you throw away everything you have because of me- Alex." He corrected himself.
"Dan," I took his hand. "You, are everything I have. You think I care about my tiny apartment, my phone, my town? Because last time I checked the most thing I cared about in my life was you. I can't live without you." Dan pulled his hand away.
"I know. And I feel the same way, which is why," he took a long sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm breaking up with you. I can't stand to see you hurt or worry for me. I know I have a lot of shit. I can't stand to let you go through my shit." Dan stood up, turning to walk away. I'm not letting you go. I thought to myself, but I couldn't move. I managed to stand, but that was it. I couldn't grab his arm, or tell him to shut up. Tell him that I was there for him.
I just watched, as he walked away, down the trail of the park, probably to find somewhere to go, but knowing he wasn't going to find it. I watched until I couldn't see him. After he was gone, I could move again. I sat down, put my hands in my face, and cried. You failed him. You weren't good enough. That's why he cut.
"No." I said aloud. Dan wasn't getting away that easily. I got up and I ran the way Dan walked. He couldn't be gone too far, right? I hurried my pace, searching for him. Looking to every table, or road there was. He was gone. I took out my phone and went to Dans contact, and pushed call.
"The user you are trying to contact has either shut off their phone or has blocked you, try again later"
"Dammit." I whispered. But then a spark went off inside my brain. He would have to go back to the apartment to grab his stuff. I ran to the bike, peddling so hard I couldn't feel my lungs. I took short cuts in the middle of London traffic with car horns blasting in my ear. I didn't care though. Dan wasn't getting away this easily. He was my everything, my fire. I felt like I couldn't stay bright and lit without him. I felt like he couldn't do that without me either.
