This is the story of a boy called Dan who can't talk and a boy called Phil who can't do anything BUT talk

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The year is 2096. The earth has seen two more world wars since 2016. The last war that destroyed a quarter of Canada and half of Japan, was enough to make the government enforce strict actions. Countries are now split, no communication at all between them. Humans now live in conglomerations of small pods stacked upon each other. Each person has their own space, but they're all confined to being underground. Half of the people living inside the pods have never seen natural sunlight. Birth rates are violently controlled due to the lack of space and pods constantly having to be built. Couples are allowed, but physical contact reaching past anything more than a hug is forbidden. Sex is strictly banned unless it is agreed by contract or an operation is done to assure a baby cannot be created. It's a tough life. It's a boring life. And it's a lonely one too. A life underground simply isn't good enough for some and sooner or later, you have to leave the shadows.

"hi, i'm phil and i have heart cancer." ☤ © phntasia 2015 HOSPITAL SERIES BOOK ONE HIGHEST RANKING IN FANFICTION: #461

"Phil?" "Yeah?" "What's it like to live in black and white?" "Dull. What's it like to live with cancer?" "Dull."

After Dan Howell dies at the tragically young age of 26, he is greeted by death with a book. A book of every lie that anyone had ever told him. This seems like harmless fun but as he nears the end, he realized everything isn't as it seemed in life with his best friend, Phil Lester. Ship: Phan, Kickthesticks Genre: fluff/angst (no smut) Trigger Warnings: male X male, major character death, suicide, self harm, existencial questions, depression, abuse, torture situations, substance abuse and panic attacks. (i want all of you to be safe and happy whilst reading this so if you are triggered by any of these please don't read)

"...it's one hell of a ride once you enter and there's no going back. No exaggeration on 'hell' sonny." Dan Howell, 1979, aspiring writer. I pass the hours in a dimly lit hotel room, locked away with a number of aberrant individuals who display ominous habits.

[completed] two strangers are stuck on an elevator on a rainy monday morning. confessions ensue. ; copyright © 2016

To: Phil Phil, it's Dan. Please talk to me. I'm dying here.