Everything Dies in the Winter- A Dan Howell FanFiction

As I walked out into the cold, and rainy London night, I took a pack out of my backpack and lit a cigarette, a habit I was trying to drop, but just couldn't find the will to do it. When living off a Starbucks salary in London, life can be pretty stressful. I put my earbuds in and put my iPod on shuffle. I walked along the dark path to get to my flat. As I was about to cross the street I felt someone grab the back of my hoodie and drag me back onto the sidewalk. A car came speeding down the street just in time for me to be pulled onto the sidewalk. "Holy shit" I said aloud. I turned around to see a younger guy, who must have been who grabbed me. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, thanks for that." I replied. "No need to thank me, I don't think any decent human being would let someone else get hit by a car." he said, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah you would have to be a pretty shitty person to let that happen." I said trying to match his wit. "My name is Missie by the way"
"Oh, I'm Dan"
"Well, thank you, for saving my life."
"Oh, well you're very welcome"
"It was nice meeting you but i kinda have to run"
"Oh umm same, bye"
As I walked back to my flat I contemplated how I hadn't seen that car, and how I was so lucky for him to have seen me, or was I. Did not getting hit by the car cause me to be destined for a even more painful death. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it before turning the key in the lock and opening the door.