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I swung the door open, bustling through the door with my many bags of shopping. I decided to actually get out of the flat for a while instead of get it delivered to us. "DAN?" I called out, throwing the bags down and hanging up my coat. No reply. "Dan?" I said curiously. "You home?" I kicked my shoes off and opened the living room door. In the middle of the room was Dan, curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth, pressed the barrel of a gun to his temple. He was shaking violently, small whimpers came with every breath he took. I stood there in shock, unable to move, unable to breathe. He slowly looked up, his cheeks were streaked with t

Dan sat in his usual position, knees hugged up to his chest, bare feet, head tilted back, eyes on the moon. "Hey, baby." His tone was soft and gentle, the same voice he would used when he was talking to Phil. He sighed, watching his hot breath mingle with the icy air. "I know I didn't come out last night, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't... You know why." Dan looked down at his feet and curled his toe up. They were already slightly blue from the cold but he didn't care. He needed to talk to Phil. "It's just so... hard. You know?" Dan laughed softly. "Of course you don't. You're gone." He smiled sadly. His eyes glossed over and tears began