Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)

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I opened the door to reveal someone the same height as me.

Their black hair was pushed back into a radiant quiff.

Their eyes glimmered blue like the ocean.

"Phil!"

I went to take my hands in his, crying in disbelief.

"Dan, you're shaking."

"I know. I know. I just- How are you back? You were in a coma..."

"What?" Phil looked shocked, as if this was new information to him.

"Y-yeh. The doctors said they weren't sure if you were going to wake up." My words were uncertain as they came out of my mouth.

"But... I'm here... I don't understand..."

And then, before me, Phil crumbled into dust in my arms.

I watched as his face fell apart, piece by piece his limbs broke away from his body.

I saw every hair on his head disintegrate. Each finger fall away from my grasp.

The look of horror on his face. The same face he had made when he fell.
Scared.

I was scrabbling desperately for one piece of him to hold onto.

But it was pointless. I found myself staring at a pile of ashy remains on the doorstep.

Tears welled up in my eyes, my fingers sieving through what was left of Phil.

No.

No.

This isn't real.

I'm just hallucinating.

With that, I collapsed onto the floor, crying my heart out for the person I had lost so many times in my nightmares.

The horror was so close to becoming a reality.

Why Phil?

He didn't deserve any of this!

My hands balled up into fists as sobs wracked through my tired, sleepless body.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.