When Your Gone

Chapter 1- Dan

Dan's POV:

Phil's face. That smile I love. The glow in his eyes. And... him. Me and Phil live in a semi-small apartment in London. We have been here for about 5 years now. Over time, I have liked Phil and everything about him. He is been gone for a while and I don't know if I can stand it. Every night I have to cry myself to sleep. Just to get over the fact that Phil is not with me a lot. And when he is, I get all shy around him. I remember that he left some of His shirts on the floor of my room. I picked them up, took a good whiff, and tucked up in a ball and cried. I took the shirt and barred it in my face and whispered " I miss you... ". This was it. I can feel myself wither away. Like I no longer exist. I find the sharp razor and aim it for my wrists.

' One. For Me. Two. For Phil. Three. For My Life. '

After my cuts, I put the razor back and washed up, rinsing of the blood from my arms. I put a hoodie on and went out. I decided to go for a walk down the street. I go to a local restaurant and sit down to order. After ordering my simple latte, I had to cry. The coffee I got was Phil's favorite. Pumpkin Spice Latte.

To be continued...