Take Me Away

I Left Him

Dans pov

I'm walking somewhere, anywhere. I'm thinking about the years I've spent with Phil, and how i just now realized I love him. If I love him, how can I leave him?

Wait.

I did leave him. Home. Alone.

My heart stops. I look around; there are people, I should ask where I am since I don't know. But as I try to think, its like I'm in a fishbowl and the water is crashing in.

My phone begins to ring. "Hello?" I answer hurriedly.

"Dan Howell?" The voice on the other end asks.

"Yes..." I answer slowly.

"Um, well..." They stutter. "I don't know how... how to..." My hearts speeds up. "Where?" I ask.

The caller gives me a place and I sprint there as fast as my legs will carry me after asking directions.

As I run up, I already know.

There are police cars and fire trucks. There is police tape blocking the intersection. I step off the pavement weakly.

As I walk into the scene, it is confirmed.

There is a body on the ground, limbs splayed, dark hair matted with blood. The firefighters flips the body over.

Phil.

A woman comes up to me, holding a ziplock bag with a piece of paper inside of it. She hands it to me, pats my hand, and walks away.

The front of the note has "Dan Howell" and my phone number written on it. I find a place to sit, still in shock. I unfold the note.

'Daniel Dan, I don't think you will understand, but I hope you will. Don't blame whoever hit me, I did it on purpose. I love you... I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I have now. I'm sorry.'

So cryptic, vague, cold, detached... the list of adjectives running through my head is endless. I would've expected more... Wait, what the hell, Dan?! Phil just died and you're bitching about his note?

Wait.

Phil.

Is.

Dead.