More dead dan
Dan's funeral Phil's getting ready. It's been a few days and it's time for the funeral. He is looking at the suit he had planned on wearing and glares at it, like it's the fault of his damn clothes, even though there is no one to blame that dan isn't here any more. He pulls it on and looks at himself in the mirror. He sets his glasses on, though he probably won't be any be to see through all the tears anyways. Everyone is sobbing. Tissues are being passed around constantly. Phil stands to make his speech. It sounds dull and monotone. Everyone is wearing black and white. dan's brother is to the side, patting his mother's back. Phil nods at the cluster of tearful people, friends and family, and then takes his seat again. The world is blurred from phil's distraught emotions making everything seem dark and twisted. The coffin is laying in the ground. Phil takes a yellow rose from his pocket and throws it into the ground. "Why did he have to go.. he was my best friend.." Phil's hushed whisper is lost in the cries of everyone around. A few days later phil takes a walk. He let his mind lead him along wherever the world will take him. As he got dressed this morning he looked at his clothes. Nothing seemed right. The bright reds and navy blues seemed so.. wrong. He wandered to dan's closet and pulled on his eclipse shirt. It was perfect