Dan's POV
Philip Michael Lester.
Aha, where do I start?
I first saw him when he was getting bullied by a bunch of 10th graders, We were both 13 and looked like actual fetuses.
Yes I saved him and no it was not at all heroic.
When I looked at him I stopped.
Not 'coz I had a fear of getting beaten up by the vultures,
But because he looked at me and it was as though all my problems, there at that exact moment, had vanished.
I was drawn towards him and all of a sudden I was there, right next to him. I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, couldn't feel the pain the bullies had started inflicting on me.
All I could actually see was that Phil had stopped suffering. He looked directly at me, while the bullies still hit me with a baseball bat.
I swear there was no pain.
My friends call me stupid for saying this but I always believed that it was Phil who took away the pain.
I never believed in magic until I met him.
Whether it was love or not, there was definitely a connection.
A connection so strong that I envisioned his entire life before me when we were standing there.
"Ay you fag, what's your problem eh?"
...
"What is he your lover or something? Why are you standing in the way?"
***
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Phil is he okay? Should I call 111?"
"I don't think it's necessary Lucy, get the first aid kit and some water. He'd be back to normal in some time"
I could hear it all.
"Hey he's opening his eyes"
"Umm hi, I'm phil"
"Hi, I'm Dan"
"So Dan.. Why'd you save me?"
"I didn't"
"What?– I mean you just,"
"You did."
