A Silhouette and Maybe More

My Anchor

It had been eight months since Dan returned from 'the dead' and it seemed like only yesterday he appeared in front of my eyes. I had finally met the entirety of Bastille in their glory, the four of them seemed content with reuniting once again and, knowingly but refusing to admit, that they were all emotional. We decided that we would only look to the future and not let our past chase us in the meantime, we had to ignore that. Dan still had his tantrums every now and then, he even reminded me of when I was a teenager stropping around when I didn't get what I wanted. I would just giggle and deal with it, it was over silly things anyway; what channel we watched, what take-away we ordered from, who gets to control the radio in the car, these were all the things that were argumentative in Dan's head.

As we had expected, Abigail and Kyle decided to make it official and I do realise now that they were perfect for each other. It was lovely, we all went out on a big meal, returned to our house and sat and watched a film. They announced right after and everyone cheered, finally waiting for that moment to come because we all knew it was going to happen eventually.

As of Dan and I, we moved in together. He found another job working at a studio making music anonymously. If he was content then so was I. It was nice seeing him in his element but it was also sort of unnatural watching him and his brain isolated itself from the world and creating these brilliant ideas for music that could adore the second you heard it. After all this time, that violent killer that I had known almost two years ago had evolved into a caring and thoughtful man.

It was two in the afternoon and I had been called in to the studio by Dan who 'needed help'. My mind automatically buffered knowing that it was rare that Dan ever needed help. I was let in and headed to the right studio, knocked and patiently waited. Within his second his head came swinging round the door inviting me in immediately. I took my usual seat in the worn out, black leather couch waiting to see if Dan actually needed help or he was just up to no good as per usual.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah I don't actually need help I just needed an excuse for you to come here."

Knew it.

"Pfft because Dan Smith needs help. You can just ask me it's not like I'm going to reject you." I smiled gleefully, playing about with the mini keyboard that sat beside me. God, this place was a mess.

"Well I just wanted to show you something." He spun round and pressed one button and waited until the surround-sound speakers blasted his beautiful music. He cringed listening to his own creation which I thought was stupid because it was absolutely beautiful. I have never once doubted him.

Because you are my anchor, holding me back from my sins.

The dignity you deserve costs all of me, and all of me, I'll give.

Oh, how you saw past my demons inside me and saw the angel that I can be.

The deed is done and the day is up but you remain right under my thumb.

The whole time I sat, while listening, watching Dan leaning against the worktop staring at the ground, slowly rocking to the beat of the harmonic sounds flowing through the air.

It finally finished and I had no words to reply him with, although I wish I did. His puppy eyes stared at me scanning my face for some sort of positive reaction.

"Dan it's...it's beautiful." I whispered. I listened to every word analysing what hidden meaning could be behind each of verses. He smiled and bowed his head.

"I was never one to write through self experiences but this I couldn't ignore." He mumbled, running a hand through his thick, puffy locks. "I didn't want to be nostalgic or anything but I wanted to remember it as a good thing than rather it haunt me." He sighed, trying his best to put the words together. I understood though.

This was exactly what I dreamed of; to let him learn from his mistakes and let them change him as a person for the better. In fact, it's more than what I hoped for, he's developed hope for himself and the light for a brighter future.

"I couldn't have done this without you." His arms curled round my neck and his lips brushed against my forehead.

"Thank you Amelia Grace."

A/n: Yeah I made the lyrics up don't judge, they're bad I know but whatever.