Drama Llamas | Phan

24- Moving Day

- P.L -

It must've been one and a half months now since the idea was proposed to us. Dan and I have already become much closer and I feel like I've known him a lot longer than I actually have. Public wise, both of us seem to have disappeared off the internet completely, only the occasional video popping up in which our disappearances were mentioned in. Dan has continued to be active on social media which was now a common occurance, so there was less shock whenever he tweeted to his followers. Of course, he was bombarded with questions about the Radio and the occasional one about his depression, but he just tended to ignore them. Where as I, on the other hand, have stayed silent from the outside world - not by choice, I just knew that doing so would be for the best.

I took one last look around my house in London. Today was the day I was finally able to leave this whole mess behind - the day I could finally move on from what happened on that day so long ago that ruined everything. I was onto the next level of this video game. The next chapter had eventually come after what felt like a entire life-time when in reality it had only been three or four pages. My house suddenty felt so big. All of it's old contents were gone, the photo frames that used to line the walls leaving a plain open space yet too be filled. I swallowed, taking a step outside. I turned to lock the door for the last time. As the key slid into the keyhole and made a quiet chink, an overwhelming flow of memories rushed over me of everything that had happened in the last few months.

As I watched the couple, I noticed something fall from the woman's back pocket.

 "Stop hitting on my girlfriend, you dick!"  

"I mean, you're pretty controversial actually. After all, I liked you till you hit on my girlfriend yesterday then denied and still haven't apologized to me."

I walked into the MacDonalds and immediatly caught sight of two familiar faces - Chris and PJ. 

'An popular radio personality, has been exposed this morning at a cafe for being suicidal.' 

 "Phil... I don't know how to say this, but PJ had depression for five years."

I'm glad Louise understood what I was going through. 

My eyes widened and before I had any time to react, the person's foot and left the bridge, I reached forward, desperatly streching to reach the boy's hand.

It was him - Dan Howell. The person I'd saved from killing himself. 

Chris and PJ were kissing right in front of me - and I didn't even do anything. 

Dan's just a friend, right? 

Dan introduced me to his younger brother, Adrian. 

"You guys should move in together!"

I took a long breath, closing my eyes. That's right. I couldn't forget anything. So much had happened - and so quickly as well. Now it was time to put it all behind me, but I should remember never to erase it from my memory. Those moments had all become part of who I was - who I am. Opening my eyes again, I feel myself beginning to smile. I had had my doubts before, but this had definatly become one of my best decisions. I was ready to move on. I slipped the keys under the doormat ready for the next person to come and pick up, ready to add their own storys to this history of the house. I turned my back to the building and walked towards my car, feeling no regret what so ever. Moving away was something I should've done ages ago.