[ON HOLD] One Last Chance - Phan

Chapter 13

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Dan's POV

Ok so maybe I'm not straight.

Phil and I had spent a few days up in Manchester by now and it was surprisingly more fun and pleasant meeting Phil's family officially than I thought it would be.

The whole week has basically been me not trying to show how I feel about him in front of his whole family when he doesn't even know and shoving away my feelings towards him as well as this fucking blush that comes with thinking about him for a split second. It's harder than I remember.

We're walking to Starbucks after Phil promised me we'd go there at least once in the week while he blasts Welcome To The Black Parade on repeat and sings at the top of his lungs in order to torture me. As the song starts to play again for about the 6th time (or maybe the 8th, I've lost count), I start to get a strange feeling. You know that feeling you get when you think you're being watched or followed? Cautiously, my eyes flit over to the pavement over the road from us.

And dear god I wish they didn't.

A figure on the other side of the street stared at me with bewildered eyes, clearly too startled to account for the ocean-coloured curls of hair falling down in front of her eyes and over her shoulders, reaching her elbows, the brown just visible in the roots. The light blue denim jacket that she wore over a plain black top was adored with small white and silver gems and contrasted with the navy blue jeans and black ankle boots she was wearing. Before I can take in any more of her appearance, she starts towards us and I spin back around, nudging Phil in the arm slightly as I speed up my pace.

"Dan, wait up! What's going on?" Phil jogs up to my side but I don't respond.

"Dan?" The girl who eventually made her way to us asked from behind, her voice soft and scared. I slowly spin around to face her, finding I'm not having to look up to her that much, despite her looking about 20 years old.

"Yes?" I try to drive the stutter out of my voice as much as possible. Her face lights up and her eyes fill with tears.

"Oh my god it is you..." her hands fly over her mouth, in shock it looks like, and I catch Phil's eyes, sending an 'I don't know either' look to him.

"I'm w-who?" God damn this stutter.

"Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Hannah Miller. You were... you were my older brother."

I'm left speechless as the final words leave her mouth. She's Hannah? The Hannah? 'My little sister from my second life' Hannah?

"It never occurred to me that I could see you again. You're what, 16 now?" I nod in response. "It's so weird seeing you like this. I'm sorry, I've probably completely creeped you out, I'll leave you alone now. Bye Dan, hopefully I'll see you again." And before I can respond to her, she runs off to the other side of the road, where she keeps on walking like she hadn't seen me in the first place.

"Dan? What the actual hell?" Phil finally gets out when we finally start walking again.

"I'll e-explain later." I mutter, barely audible as I speed up, desperate to get away from what just happened.

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"Okay Dan, I have some questions," Phil says, not looking me in the eye until we sit down with our drinks. "Your mum talked to me once and told me that you once mentioned your sister Hannah from a previous life, and she thinks you somehow lost her suddenly-" I cut him off with a shake of my head.

"I-I didn't loose h-her, s-she lost m-me." My gaze diverts to my drink on the table in front of me, swirling the straw around. "I died r-right in f-front of h-her. S-She tried t-to stop m-me, b-but I didn't let h-her."

"Oh god, Dan, I'm so sorry." Phil mutters.

"Don't b-be. Those a-actions are i-in t-the past. I c-can't undo them. A-And hey, i-if I h-had carried on i-in t-that life, I-I would h-have never m-met you. So t-there a-are s-some upsides t-to the p-path I c-chose." I look him in the eye and smile, before staring back down at my drink. "It's j-just really s-strange seeing h-her like t-that. I-I'm 16 a-and I w-was 18 when I-I died. She w-was 10 when I-I d-died so s-she's..." I pause for a moment to count in my brain. "26 n-now. It's h-hard to c-comprehend, y-you know? She's 16 y-years o-older than t-the last t-time I s-saw her a-and I'm 2 y-years y-younger than when s-she last s-saw m-me. And t-to t-think that i-in all t-the places in t-the world t-that s-she could h-have been, s-she's here, i-in t-the same p-place as u-us at the s-same time."

"Yeah, I get you. I mean, I've never been in this situation, but if I was I'm sure I'd feel the same as you do." Phil responds. I can tell he's trying his best to be there for me. It's a difficult thing to comprehend, even for me, so I can only imagine how he must feel as a bystander to the whole case. "I think we just need to look past it. We only have a few more days here, then we go back home. I'm sure it'll be fine until then." He gives me a reassuring smile that makes me smile in return. "Come on, we should get going." And with that, we both bin our now empty cups and make our way back home.