Reconstruction

Glances

I don't have to take your heart, I just want to take your time. - Sam Hunt - Take your time

Brunch with Phil was enjoyable to say the least. We waffled about the random things in our lives. The weather, our favorite television shows, and books. We sat there for hours just chatting and laughing with one another. Phil was an excellent conversationalist. His grammar always proper, the hint of his British accent pulling through on occasions.

I had completely forgotten from time to time he was from the same country as me. I never asked whereabouts it was, but I had months to get there. I enjoyed talking to him, so I followed him into the kitchen to help him do the dishes. I wanted to ask more serious questions, but Phil was the first.

"So, your family? What exactly brought you here?"

I was a little shocked at the question. It wasn't something I expected after talking about books and such, but I figured to get anywhere with Phil's story, he was going to have to know mine.

"Well, my dad is in a law firm, which he owns. Very controlling man to be honest. Him and my mother have kind of treated me like a nuisance, which has always been a sore and confusing subject for me. I'm their only child, and I've always been the good kid, so I guess it never made much sense. What about your family? How were they?"

I didn't expect an answer. I shouldn't have asked, I didn't think it through, but Phil smiled at the reminiscent thoughts of the family he had lost so long ago. "My mum, she was a good person. She always took good care of my brother Martyn and I. She was a good wife from what I saw. I didn't stay much after I turned eighteen, kind of decided to go to university and just take care of myself. We were a close knit family, and I miss them," I saw the beads of tears hit his eyes, and I regretted asking him.

I saw the pain in his eyes, my chest clenched because I wanted to hug him. I didn't know him, this was out of line, but I couldn't let him cry and not comfort him. How do you ever get over losing your family? Especially the people you were close to? It was wrong for me to just stand there and ignore the fact that he was in pain. He was always going to be in pain over this. His family was murdered in cold blood, and it wasn't fucking fair. It wasn't fair for anyone's family to be murdered, no matter how awful they are, but Phil's obviously wasn't.

I didn't get the chance to speak again before he turned to me, wiping his tears away with the back of his right hand, "the murder, it helped me. It helped me figure out my career. It's helped me to connect with other forms of energy, so I guess it wasn't for nothing. Although, I'd really prefer it hadn't turned out this way."

I was curious now, "your career?"

Phil chuckles and grabs the dishes and begins washing them as he talks, "ghost hunter. Medium. Guess a lot of things that involve the paranormal. I wanted to know how my parents and brother had died, so I opened myself up to the other side. Its been helpful. My brother comes to me from time to time, but he's the only one. I don't know where my mother and father have gone, because I've never seen them, so I'm assuming they never had any unfinished business here."

The way he talked about that, like it was so normal. Like that's what everyone does for a living, I was enthralled. This man, after losing his family, he opened his third eye, he became brave and he faced his demons to find out what happened to his parents. I admired him more than I ever thought I would, even with the skeptical feelings inside of me.

"So, you're saying that you hunt ghosts? Interesting. You get paid to do that? How does that work?"

"People who believe their houses or anyplace really, are haunted, call me. I'm believed to be the best out there, and I easily connect with the ghosts. I actually have a hunting mission I have to go on tonight. You're more than welcome to come, because I see the skepticism eating away at your bones," Phil said smiling.

I was not expecting to be invited to a ghost hunting trip tonight or any time ever in my life, but as I glanced at Phil, I could see some part of him was telling the truth. I could see the passion rising in him, and I needed to know what was so great about this that it made this beautiful being so passionate about. It was a glorious sight to see, the passion hidden underneath his glasses, and I wondered if I could be apart of that passion. I wanted to be into the things he liked. I didn't know why, I didn't question it. I knew that Phil was good, his smile lighting up some weird parts I've never even experienced, and I don't know if his perceptive eye caught that.

I quickly regained my composure, "me? Go with you? I mean, sure. Sounds like an interesting time. What exactly should I expect from this?"

"Not really much, it's like what you see on those Ghost Adventures shows and whatnot. Sometimes things can get bad, but not usually. It's usually good spirits who are scared and want to communicate. I haven't come across anything evil in awhile, so you should be safe, if you're scared."

I laughed, I wasn't scared. Not scared of ghosts. Maybe scared of this feeling in my heart when Phil kept glancing at me and smiling, but ghosts weren't scary. I could handle that.

People don't believe in ghosts, Daniel, ghosts aren't real, people are.

So are my demons, dad.

A/N: OKAY SO I HAVENT UPDATED IN AWHILE BUT HIII

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