My heart sunk and I slammed my laptop screen shut, "Just gonna hang out at a coffee shop my ass" I grumbled, stupid Dan always saying how sad he is and how he always thinks about death and stuff well he's fine now partying with his 'girlfriend'

I stood up angry my heart pounding in my chest, "No one ever thinks about happy go lucky Phil always happy and sweet, fuck that!" I knocked my houseplant over in anger, "Oh so happy could never get angry, dan has him to lean on. No dan has him to be a fucking burden to whenever he needs help!" I walked into the lounge taking down the mirror smashing it on the floor.

"I'm so fucking done with this shit!" I yelled to no one, I broke down to my knees picking up a shard of glass, "Ha more years of bad luck, bring it on my life was bad luck from the start anyways" I laughed crazily holding the shard tightly it started to trickle red lines down my hand but I couldn't feel the pain.

I grabbed the end of the shard jabbing it into my arm with a yell, I carved out the word 'happy' on my left arm and a smiley face on my right arm. I fell back looking up at the ceiling smiling brightly as I started to feel lightheaded.

"The sunshines could use a little help to..." I muttered growling my eyes closing.

"Phil!!" I heard dan scream making my eyes shoot up,

"Dan..." I whispered,

"I'm gonna get you help what the fuck happened?!" I could hear him he looked blurry but I could make out the fear and sadness in his deep brown eyes, the ones I'm so in love with.

"You is what happened....I loved you fuck I did but now I can die and no one will have suspected it. I'm the sunshine...who knew the sunshine could burn out leaving behind sadness and ash.." I coughed,

"What the fuck?! Phil you are my sunshine! It's my fucking fault no!" Tears fell from his eyes but I had no emotion in mine. I heard sirens but everything went black.

Dans POV:

I paced around the waiting room tapping my foot nervously, "Phil Lester?" A nurse said, I ran over, "Is he okay?!" My voiced crooked,

"I'm afraid not, he didn't make it he lost a lot of blood and-"

"You must be reading the wrong fucking chart then! Philip Michael Lester! Is that who you're reading!" I screamed in her face, she whimpered,

"Sir please don't yell, I'll take another look" She walked off, when she returned I ran back over, "Please don't yell, he did not make it. They are taking him to morgue now-"

"Fuck this!" I screamed running to the stairs, I head footsteps running after me but I didn't stop running.

I ran up the stairs not stopping once to catch my breath. I didn't even know where I was running to nor why all I knew was I needed to.

Once I reached the last door that read 'Roof, do not open alarm will sound' I bit my lip opening the door anyways.

I ran out hearing the sirens and car horns of the busy London city, how can everyone go about their days when the literal sunshine has just died.

I was angry, furious. I walked to the ledge, I looked over the edge taking a deep breath.

"Nobody will ever remember me" I turned around extending my arms letting myself fall, I felt free a voice in my head softly whispered,

'You shouldn't have done that...' Before my world turned black.