As promised, the next day, Phil brought flowers. White lilies, bluebells and sweet peas, and they were prettily arranged in a small vase that Phil set down beside the tree.

He picked up the book, reading what Dan had written today.

'Hi again, stranger.

I still don't remember your name. Did you tell me last time? I can't remember. Please remind me before you go because I'm pretty sure you'd prefer your name instead of "stranger".

I'd tell you about my day, but it was uneventful. All of my days are. Why don't you tell me about yours instead then? I'm always watching, always listening, so don't think that I won't hear you, okay?

Anyways, I don't know what else to write. Sorry.

-Dan.'

Phil smiled and closed the book. "Well, Dan," Phil began, stretching and letting out a yawn before shivering, "My day wasn't really eventful either. I hope you like the flowers I brought you. I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, so I brought lilies, bluebells, and sweet peas. Maybe you should tell me so that way next time, I can bring your favorites. Unless you don't have favorites, that is..."

Phil laughed a little at how silly he sounded. "Well, it's probably strange of me to ask, but do ghosts get bored? I would think so, but I'm not a ghost, nor am I a ghost expert."

The rest of the day Phil spent reading a book, and in general just keeping Dan company. It was cold, and he shivered, but he wasn't ready to leave.

Not yet.

But night fell and he had to, but the next day he would be back again.

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Oh my god, I'm really sorry this is short, I just kinda felt like typing something up for this. I mostly like writing oneshots now so like cx

Also, for any of you that like Yuri on Ice and read fanfics, I'm writing a Victuri oneshot(?) that's close to being done soon. Anyways, bye!!