Ryo and Hakan - Phan

Chapter 10: Forever...

A/N: So, the ending of last chapter was kind of sad oops. Sorry loves, but this one will be a little better. Hopefully lol. This is the last official chapter, then the epilogue next. It's already over omg *crafts* Hope you enjoy!! Kisses!!

~Banana

Don't start the song yet ^.^

5 years later

Dan POV

I sighed, exiting out of yet another dead end online. I'd been searching and searching for Phil since he disappeared 5 years ago. The exact anniversary of him leaving me was tomorrow, and I was not looking forward to it.

I looked out the window, tears forming in my eyes yet again. I had thought I'd cried myself out the first two weeks he'd been gone, calling his number every hour to see if he would pick up. I'd shattered my phone after a week because when I'd called once again, I wasn't greeted with his familiar voicemail but instead a robotic voice saying the number was no longer in service.

PJ, Chris and all our friends had helped me look, but he seemed to have just vanished into thin air. My searching slowed over the years, but I still looked at least once a day. I searched his name, I searched credit cards, I searched old friends, nothing. And tomorrow will mark the 5 year anniversary since I last got to hold him.

So much has happened since he'd left, too. Chris and PJ had gotten married and adopted a small girl who was utterly adorable. Tyler and Troye got married, and adopted twin girls, only 5 months old at the time but are now 2 years old. Felix and Marzia had gotten married, and they have a 3 year old son now. Joey and Daniel are engaged but are raising a small boy, Daniel's nephew as his sister and brother in law had passed away. Louise had another baby, a small boy after Darcy and she was happy. Johnnie and Kyle had gotten engaged last year and their wedding was in two months.

Then there was me. I was still heartbroken to having woken up in that hotel room alone, all of Phil's things missing and nothing but a letter and that necklace. I had read the letter in confusion, but once it sank in I'd screamed in pain. I'd thrown the necklace across the room, but it didn't break after Troye's power had made it indestructible.

But now, I wore the necklace everyday. I reread the letter every night before going to bed. I watched the few videos I'd taken on random days of him, looked through my pictures of him every couple of days. I still lived in the apartment I'd bought for us after rescuing him from Jackson all that time ago. I was terrified I would forget the sound of his laugh, the colour of his eyes. I was forgetting the feeling of his kiss, the feeling of his arms around me, keeping me warm.

I went to bed, not wanting to get up the next day. I had a habit of doing this, on the anniversary of the day Phil had left me I wouldn't leave my room. I would play music he used to listen to, light candles so I could have some kind of flame near me. I went into a stupor, and all my friends knew not to contact me on today after the first anniversary I'd almost attacked Damon before breaking down. Now they just left me alone.

Halfway through the day, the doorbell rang. I blinked tiredly, wondering who that would be. No one messed with me today, not even my family. The doorbell rang again and I stood up slowly, my entire body weak. I hadn't eaten in three days, barely drinking water. I walked to the doorway placed my hand on the handle, ready to start cussing out the person behind it.

I threw the door open and opened my mouth angrily but froze, my hand falling from the door handle and falling back into the house as I was greeted with familiar blue eyes. "Dan?" he asked quietly and his voice, familiar yet different, shy yet more confident, hopeful yet fearful.