Kill Phil (Phan)

Run Away With Me

DAN'S POV
TW: Suicidal thoughts, minor character death, alcohol mentions.

I was kissing Phil. It was actually happening.

It was actually happening.

I pulled back quickly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, oh my god," I stutter.

"Dan," I hear Phil say. I can't focus.

I was supposed to kill him, not kiss him. I screwed up, big time.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper again, sliding onto the floor.

"Dan, it's fine," Phil insists.

"No. It's not! I can't do this," I say, choking back tears. I can't kill him. I know I can't. Now, we're both going to die.

"Why? What's wrong, Dan?" He asks me, as he joins me on the floor. He wraps one arm around me.

I shake my head.

"It's okay, Dan. You can tell me," Phil whispers into my ear.

I was about to say something, but Dylan walked out of the blanket fort.

"That was a very short nap Dylan. I think you should go back to sleep, in my room," Phil said sternly.

"Why is Dan crying? Is he sad?" Dylan asked, looking at me.

"I'm not sure. But I'm figuring it out. You go back to sleep, okay?" Phil responded.

Dylan paused for a minute before nodding. He toddled over to me and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Feel better," he smiled as he walked back towards Phil's room.

"I don't want to talk about it," I sniffle, looking over at Phil.

"Okay. Let me know if you do later, got it?" Phil smiled as he stood up. He offered one of his hands to me, and helped pull me up.

I stood up and walked towards Phil's guest room. "I need to be alone for a while," I tell him before closing the door behind me.

Well that was stupid. I had one job, and there is no way it will be done. Phil is too amazing. He's a beautiful cinnamon roll to good for this world, too pure. He is a literal ray of sunshine. He is a giant dork, and I really, really like him.

"What have I got myself into," I sigh. I decide to lay on the floor, right inside the door. Walking to the bed would take too much effort.

I look over to the bed, which has my bag sitting on it. I know I could end it, right now, I had everything I would need.

No, I couldn't. Someone else would kill Phil. He has to stay alive.

I had an idea. It might be a bit crazy, but it would be my only option. The timing wasn't ideal, seeing how Dylan was here, so it might have to wait.

I stayed on the floor for a little while, until the light flickered on. I decided to go back out there. I could do this.

Maybe.

When I walk back into the living room, Phil was reading movie titles to Dylan, who apparently refused to nap.

"Totoro!" Dylan yelled as I walked towards the couch. Phil hadn't even read the title, but Dylan had seen the cover and seemed to be pretty excited.

Phil turned to me. "I'm going to get in the shower. Can you watch Dylan?"

"Yeah, no problem," I say quietly.