Dan Howell died on January 11, just a week or two after Phil left for space and went to America. The cancer was too strong for his heart, which stopped beating at exactly 2:46 am, while he was lying in Phil's arms. He will be greatly missed.

"Guys.. I don't know how to say this." Phil's eyes were red from crying, but he stared into his camera. "Dan.. he had a rare form of cancer. It was a type of heart cancer.. I don't know a lot of the specifics. But the cancer.. it took him. Dan.. he's gone. I'm so sorry.." Phil broke down, sobs racking his body. "I'm sorry guys. I'm trying to be strong for you all. I really am." he took a deep breath in. "So no more Phil Is Not On Fire. No more baking collabs. I'm not quitting Youtube.. I do love making videos for you all. It's just going to be different without Dan." Phil broke down crying again. "I-I'll see you guys in the next video. Good bye," he smiled sadly and turned off his camera. The video uploaded the next day, and Phil couldn't bring himself to look at the comments or the tweets so he logged out of his Youtube, Instagram, and Twitter. He just wanted the world to go away.

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Epilogue 

Phil sighed. "I can't believe I'm finally moving out," he said to Louise, who was helping him move his things into a new flat. "Well it has been a year, hasn't it," Louise replied. She walked into what used to be Dan's room. It looked untouched, as if it had been preserved. Phil joined her in the doorway and sighed. "You loved him a lot, didn't you?" she asked. "I still sleep in here sometimes." he whispered. "I still love him. I doubt I'll ever stop." Louise patted his back. "So what are we going to do with his things?" she asked. Phil ran into the other room and grabbed a large packing box, writing 'Dan's things' in sharpie, doodling cat whiskers above the words. "I'll put his things in this box. Can you see if the moving truck is here?" he asked, and Louise nodded. Phil started packing Dan's things - a few hoodies and shirts, a pair of his sweatpants, his duvet, some of his plushies, and other random things he found in Dan's room. He finished, taping up the box. He took a deep breath and looked over the room, one last time. "I love you Dan," he whispered, and felt a warmth, as of Dan could see him and was hugging him now.

(A/N)
it's over guys! PLEASE DONT KILL ME I WAS CRYING IN JAZZ BAND WHILE WRITING THIS
but I seriously loved writing this although it was a short fic.
If you want tons of fluff and probably no plot (but maybe) read my other fic same side because literally all it's gonna be is fluff most likely sooo yes! I loved writing this, sorry it was so short. that's all!
much love, sam