Bonding

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Phil and I fell asleep and a few hours later, I woke up in his embrace. He was fast asleep with his arms wrapped around me. I placed my hands over his and smiled as I drifted back to sleep.

The next day, Dan was in my room and Phil was gone. I propped myself up and rubbed my eyes.

"Dan? What are you doing in here?" I asked in a tired tone.

"I decided we could go out and have some...bonding time I guess."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise and folded my hands in my lap. I very quietly sighed to myself and nodded slightly.

"That would be cool," I said before looking up and smiling at him. He smiled back and went downstairs.

I began to get dressed, do my hair, and do my makeup when I saw someone walking outside. that was pretty normal but I noticed the person began to walk up our driveway.

I quickly ran downstairs and looked out the window. dan was down there and he got a little curious.

I didn't know who it was or why they were here but I was a little excited that someone was here.

I saw a little envelope come into the house from the mail slot and I ran over to it. it had my name on it and I checked it out. I then remembered dan and I were going somewhere and I sat it on the counter with the other letter.

"Ready?" Dan asked me. I nodded and we both headed outside. It was actually quite nice out to the point were we didn't have to wear jackets...but..i always did. In fact, I always carry around my blade. Not surprising.

After about half an hour of walking and chatting, I stopped and hugged Dan. It took a few seconds but he hugged me back. I smiled.

"Dan, I hope you know that you've been helpful ever since I got here and I love you. I'm happy to call you my brother.

I then made the biggest decision of my life. I took out my blade and threw it out to the forest near us. I heard it land but I had no clue were it landed. I sighed shakily and gave me the warmest, kindest, most proud look I'd ever gotten. I looked up at him and whispered "thank you.."

He took my hand and we walked home.

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