Phil looked out through the rainy window of the taxi which rumbled along the empty midnight highways of London. The reflection of the city lights twinkled in his tired eyes. He admired every aspect of it, the soft glowing lights obscured through the droplets, the pitter-pattering of the rain, beautiful. He turned to his brown haired friend whose head rested upon the shorter boy's shoulder. The sparkly blazer he wore shone into Phil's eyes, rather like a disco ball. He watched his chest rise up and down, up and down, up and down, slowly. Sleep was threatening to take over Phil just like it had to Dan.

Phil adjusted his grip on the trophies that they won between them from the BONCAs. He smiled proudly at the fresh memories, especially the look on Dan's face when he asked him to share the award with him. Speechless he was, wanting Phil to take the spotlight but no, Phil insisted that Dan share it with him. Dan was Phil's everything and Phil was Dan's everything. In a relationship or not together they were one. They were Dan and Phil; how could one possibly survive without the other. Little did Phil know that soon he would have to go through that hell, the torment of losing someone who knew everything about him; every small detail, someone who looked up to him, someone he shared everything with, someone he trusted. Soon it would all end, or would it?

The taxi continued to rumble across the highway then turned off to another road. Phil looked back out the window lost in thought. The taxi slowed and came to a halt.

"Dan." Phil lightly poked at his friend's dimple. Dan's eyes fluttered open.

"Hhmp?" He groaned.

"Dan, get up. We're home." Dan unclicked his seatbelt and quickly ran a hand through his hair. He took out his wallet and paid the driver while Phil climbed out of the car but before opening the door the full way he checked to see if there was any oncoming traffic, none. He climbed out onto the road and stretched out his arms; still holding the trophies. He took a deep breath and inhaled the cool midnight air. Dan climbed out behind him and closed the door. The taxi quickly sped off leaving them in complete silence. Dan walked up to Phil and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks for letting me go up with you. I wasn't expecting that." Dan said quietly.

"Nah, it's alright Dan. I couldn't have got this far without you." Yes, it was one of those cheesy moments, but it was something that needed to be said. Phil began to cross the road towards their apartment when Dan noticed something, an oncoming truck which Phil had failed to notice. He couldn't think clearly. Lights of the speeding truck blinded them leaving Phil frozen in place with fear. He was like a deer stranded in the headlights. Without a second thought Dan ran towards Phil and pushed him out of the way.

The air was forced out of Phil as his chest slammed against the bitumen. A car coming from the other direction skidded to a halt just in front of him. He heard a car door slam open and footsteps running towards him. "Are you okay?!" The stranger asked him, helping him up. Phil ached all over and his vision was blurry. A sudden realisation hit him.

"Dan." He whispered under his breath to himself. Phil pushed the stranger off and ran to a lifeless lump on the ground. "Dan!" Phil called out. He collapsed to his knees and looked at Dan. Blood, lots of it. The truck driver had called an ambulance and sirens could be heard in the distance. "Dan, wake up." He shook his shoulder. Dan's eyes slid open slowly. "D-Dan..." Phil's eyes started to well up in tears.

"P-Phil..." It was a mere whisper of the wind. "P-please...don't cry." Dan forced a gulp down his throat. Dan's whole mouth was dry and he started gasping for air.

"D-Dan please don't go... s-stay..." Dan's eyes darted around but focused on his friend's watery blue eyes.

"Phil, I-I'm scared." With tears running down his face he gripped at Dan's hand. Dan tried to grip back at it but he was weak.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay. The ambulance will be here soon. J-Just hold on okay?" Dan shook his head.

"I...I don't think I can Phil."

"C'mon Dan, don't say that. I promise you." Phil's words pained him. He knew deep down that Dan was right. Phil sniffled.

"Hey, remember that time when... when you fell off the stage at TATINOF." Phil smiled.

"Y-Yeah, we laughed about it for hours after the show had finished."

"Remember that time... when I fell off the bed while filming PINOF." Phil stifled a small chuckle.

"Yeah I remember."

"P-Phil before..." He trailed off. "J-Just keep the memories... living, okay?"

"D-Dan..." That's all Phil could manage to say. Dan took one last look into Phil's eyes, studying every detail of his face. He weakly moved a hand up to Phil's face and brushed a hand through his fringe, fixing it.

"Phil...Thank you..." Dan's eyes closed slowly, his pupils dilating. His hand falling from Phil's face to his still chest. The grip on Phil's hand softened.

"Dan..." Phil closed his eyes momentarily and looked back at his soulmate, tears full flow. He lowered his head to Dan's chest and hoped to hear a heartbeat – anything. But he heard nothing. "Bear, don't leave me." He just stayed there with his eyes closed, bent over Dan's lifeless body now gripping onto Dan's shirt tightly. "Dan, please wake up." A mere whisper escaping his lips. "Daniel..." Phil felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and stared up at the paramedic.

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Dan squinted into the glare and slowly adjusted as he opened his eyes fully. His head hurt, everything was spinning. He pressed a cold hand to his head and shook off the feeling. He looked out to the middle of the street where a man was leaning over a body, a small crowd gathered round. He ran up to them and knelt down opposite the man. The black-haired man failed to notice him, he looked down at the body that was lying on the street. Him. Dan's memories came flooding back, the BONCA'S, the taxi, the truck, Phil. "W-What. What's happening. Phil?!" He stared down at his best friend who was clinging onto his bloody body. "Phil?!" He placed a hand on Phil's shoulder and shook it violently. Nothing happened, no movement. "W-What?! PHIL?!" He yelled more desperate this time. "Phil! Look at me dammit...PHIL!" Nothing. He stood up grasping frantically at his hair, pawing at his face. He spun around staring at the blank faces, no one noticed him. Paramedics pushed their way through the small crowd and kneeled down next to his body. Nothing made sense, except the only thing that did, was that he was dead.

"H-How, this can't be real...It's just a bad dream that's all." He said to himself. But it felt real, everything was real. No matter what he tried he couldn't wake up from this reality...true reality.