Take Me Away

Epilogue

Pj walked to Dan's flat. He and Chris were concerned because he hadn't posted a new video in ages, hadn't tweeted, and hadn't answered when they tried to get ahold of him via phone. He knocked on the door, and after waiting for a few seconds, lifted to potted plant next to the door and grabbed the spare key. Upon unlocking the door, he walked through and into the kitchen.

"Dan?!" Pj called. Maybe he was asleep. Pj went to his bedroom, knocking before entering. He didn't see Dan in the bed, but then saw the light in the bathroom on under the door.

"Dan?" He inquired, pulling the door open.

He did not expect this.

Dan. On the floor, medicine cabinet open, and empty. Empty medicine bottles on the floor next to Dan. Pj stood there, ice crawling in his stomach, before the ice melted and numbed him. A single tear welled in his eye as he dialed speed dial 4.

"Chris." He said when Chris picked up. "Dan's apartment. He.... CHRIS!!!!" Pj screamed and punched the mirror, unsatisfied with it not hurting his hand other than slicing it to ribbons. He heard Chris sob on the other end, promising to get there soon. Pj slid to the floor next to Dan sobbing harder than he had since Phil's death. He cradled Dan's pale head in his lap, letting his tears fall onto his face. Then he noticed a piece of paper in Dan's hand.

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Chris and Pj,

I'm sorry for this, I truly am. No, that isn't true. I'm not sorry for doing this, but I am sorry for the hurt it will cause you. I'm not sorry because I get to see Phil again. Thank for trying, really. I just can't go on any longer without him. I loved love him, present-tense and I never got to tell him because I was a selfish bastard who wasn't there when he needed me. But none of that matters now, I get to see him and apologize, and finally tell him I love him. I wish you the best. And Chris? Just ask Pj out already, get married and have kids. It's the least you can do for me, my parting wish.

See you mother fuckers on the other side,

Dan