I sat there, feeling my heart crumble like a piece of paper. I didn't realize it, but I had fell to my knees on the floor. I was sobbing. "I-I didn't even say goodbye.." I managed to whisper in between sobs. I felt three pairs of arms pull me into a hug, then Phil picked me up bridal-Style. I cried into his kitten shirt, as he carried me to the taxi Dan called.

"We're going to Dan and I's flat, okay y/n?" Phil said gentley.

I nodded, tears still streaming my face. The sleeve of my shirt was soaked, and I wondered how my eyes can produce such a waterfall.

We got to the building, and I decided to walk. I soon regretted that, because of the large amount of stairs we had to climb to get there. when we got there Phil asked if I wanted to play video games. I politely shook my head, and sat on the couch. After about three days of crying, being angry, and generally sad, Grace came and sat down next to me.

"You soaked the couch" she pointed at the tear spot.

You just stared, feeling empty inside.
"I'll pay for the cleaning bill." You said, still lying there.

"I brought you ice cream...." Grace said.

"Is it Bluebell?" You ask. ( if you don't know what bluebell is I feel so sorry for you.)

"Sadly no, they don't have that here. But its a lot of chocolate covered in chocolate with a side of chocolate."

"Darn. But chocolate never hurts...." I flash a small smile and take a bite. Grace gets up and walks away, and I start eating hungrily. I wasn't eating much, but for the most part I was keeping myself healthy. As if I was being punished Phil walks in and make eye contact. I stop suddenly and sit there awkwardly as he comes and sits down next to me.

"How are you doing?" He asks me.

"Pretty bad if I'm being honest. I had to call the school and tell them I'm taking the rest of the semester off.. That was fun explaining why." I said, staring into my bowl. He nodded, not saying anything. Suddenly he pulls me into a hug and I start to tear up again. I hug him back, careful not to spill ice cream on their couch. we sit there for a while before I finally get a hold of myself. He lets go, and I set my bowl on the coffee table.

"Would you mind if I stay here for awhile?" He asks politely.

"No, I wouldn't mind a little company as my eyes fall out." I say, a grin come across my face for a quick moment before I begin to feel guilty for cracking a joke.

"I'm so sorry for soaking your shirt..." I say.

"I don't mind, I would cry to if I had just lost somebody I loved a lot." He said. He gestures for me to lay on his lap, and I do, for some reason. He pets my hair, which makes me feel comforted. I don't know how, but before long I fall asleep.