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Title: Forgotten -Phan Chapter 15
Author: Strawcherr
Pairing: Amazingphil/Danisnotonfire
Genre: Drama
Rating: General
Author's Note: Links are in the decription
Point Of View: Phil

"Phil,you just have to give it time," Charlie assured me.
"I'm just so sick and tired and exhausted of this...this 'thing'."
Charlie brought me a warm cup of tea,and gave on to Alex,too.
"You're in a bit of a pickle,but there's nothing time can't heal," Charlie added. "So do you know where you want to go with your relationship with Dan?"
Alex frowned at Charlie.
"It's okay,nothing really. I don't know. For now,I'll stay away if he doesn't want me around. If his mind comes around,I'll go back."
Alex's voice interrupted me. "That's what he wants. What does Phil want?"
"Phil wants to play games with Dan and cook with Dan and watch telly with Dan and cook with Dan. Just friends is enough."
"Let him have time to decide. He's not going to abandon you,I know he won't," Alex cooed me.
"Now that I think about it,I left my camera and laptop at the apartment,I have to go get them to start making videos again. I can't use your camera forever. I'll go in the afternoon."
Charlie gave me some lunch,but I didn't ate too much and soon after I jumped on the tube to go back to my old place. I just hope that Dan isn't so heated up as he last was. I don't want him to get hurt but I don't want myself to get hurt either. Maybe I deserve it for leading him to believe to love me. But the love felt so realâ€¦and I never forced him to do all the things he did for me. He was the one behind those deeds. I'm certain of that. I told him how I felt about him,and he told me the same back. I guess or love was real,but it started in the wrong way. So maybe there is a slight chance.
I almost didn't see my stop trough my thoughts. I stepped out and walked with some kind of confidence to Dan's apartment.

-When Phil reached the apartment-
"I just came back to get my stuff out," I said.
He sighed,and stepped out of the doorpost. While I walked to my room,I saw the ruins of the apartment-or at least,what's left of it. The furniture had chipped wood and was scratched. Small shards of glass was on a small pile in the corner,he probably swiped them together so he wouldn't step on them,I so nobody could see them. My room however,was still in the same state as I last remembered. He didn't move one thing. Totoro is still on the exact same spot on my bed-my be still has the exact same crinkles and folds.
He let his rage out that I caused him on the rest of the apartment,but not in the room of what caused his rage. Weird.
I gathered my clothing,games,and small furniture in a bag and closed my door. Good thing Alex offered me a room to sleep in.
Through the creek of the door I saw Dan. He looked at something outside the window. He blinked once in a while,besides that he didn't do anything else but stare. "What do you want?" His hoarse voice suddenly asked.
He just somehow knew I saw him.
I slowly pushed the door open. He turned his head,looked at me,and looked back through the window. I saw smoke blowing from a cigarette in his hand.
"A talk."
"No," he shrugged. He took a puff from his cigarette,and blew it in the wind. The wind carried the smoke towards my face,as if he intended to do that. I coughed.
"Why though."
"Because you don't understand," he said in his monotone voice.
"I'll try to if you explain," I wiped away some shards of a chair and sat down.
Dan threw his cigar on the balcony and squashed it with his shoe. He closed the window,and sat on a chipped coffee table.
"This apartment roofs one person-me. Every piece of furniture-mine. Every square meter-mine-"
"Yeah,yeah,I get it."
"But somehow,it doesn't feel like it."
"How?"
"There's something different now the apartment's mine."
God,can he stop saying 'mine'. It's so annoying.
"Have you gotten used to it?"
"To what?"
"Living without me?" That's a weird question.
"I mean,it wasn't exactly an easy to forget,but yeah. I moved on," I said.
"That's the problem. I haven't."
"Well Dan what do you want. You don't want to be together but you don't want to be separate."
"Neither. I want a compromise."
"As in what?"
"A relationship where neither of us romantically invest in and in which we'll both enjoy each others company."
"You mean you want to be friends?" I stuttered.