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“Look, (Y/n), I’ve just been in a bad mood with all that’s been going on-“ Dan started, hand wrapped around the bride of his nose.

“Well, maybe if we’re both in bad moods then we just shouldn’t be together!” You shouted, causing Dan to stop and put his hand back down at his side, looking at you with a mixture of anger and concern.

But more anger.

“Fine, then! This is my flat so you can get out!” He yelled at you and you stomped out, wondering how he had the nerve to tell you to get out when he was being unreasonable… in your opinion.

You slammed the front door shut and walked into your flat. You knew you should’ve calmed down—taken a shower or something—but you just couldn’t bring yourself to know that Dan was in the same building as you.

Phil was away at a convention that Dan had voted out of so he could stay with you. You and Dan were planning on playing video games and eating cereal the whole time he was gone. The only thing keeping you from doing so was your arguments. You would both jump to conclusions on the silliest of things and it would end in a big misconception.

You grabbed your wallet and took it out of your purse, carrying it in your front sweatshirt pocket. You left your phone in your flat on purpose. You walked out your flat and down the long steps, each stair making you flare with the building anger.

You stepped out into the cold street, trying your hardest to keep heat in your not-so-prepared clothing. You walked down the street, looking through the shops and watching the cars pass by though everything was blinded by you and Dan’s situation.

Were you the one over reacting? Were you both just moody? Was this just going to pass or would it be the thing that broke you apart? You sighed.

You were, personally, sick of arguing. You walked into the Starbucks.

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Little did you know, Dan was asking himself the same questions you were.

He flopped on his bed after you left, putting his forearm over his eyes, blocking all light from peeking in on his melting state.

He loved you; he really did.

What had been keeping him from telling you was your sudden anger when he tried to do things for you. Like, he asked you to make dinner and you looked at him meanly, and you had meant for it to be playful but you didn’t present it very well and Dan raised an eyebrow sassily. Then, he asked you why you looked at him that that. And you replied by asking him what he was talking about. That’s how it started.

He stood, sick of just boiling the rage and not doing anything. He went to the kitchen and went through the cabinets and the fridge but none of the food appealed to him.

And Phil wouldn’t be back for another day.

Dan sighed and grabbed his wallet and phone while throwing on a jacket. He was going to calm down, or at least try to.

He walked out the door hesitantly.

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You sipped on your (fav.coffee/frappuccino) while observing the people around you. You grunted, suddenly wishing you’d brought your phone.

“Excuse me…” A shy voice said from behind you. You looked around angrily, but when you realized it was just an early teenage boy, your face softened. You made a soft, “Hmm?"

“Um… All the tables are full and I was wondering if I could sit with you,” The awkward boy told you. You quickly glanced around the shop to realized that all the tables really were taken.

“Of course,” You said, putting your hands back into your lap for they had been previously rested on the table. The boy, or should I say teenager, came around the side of the table and sat in the seat across from you.

He looked surprisingly like fetus Dan. He had the long fringe and brown hair except with lighter skin tone, you inspected. You couldn’t tell what his exact eye color was, but you knew it was dark.

He was looking down at the wood table, blushing, and you realized you were probably embarrassing him. You smiled and he looked shocked, like he expected you to glare at him or something.

“How old are you?” You asked, hoping to start some sort of pleasant conversation.

“Um… Fifteen…” He was pretty tall, then… Just like Dan.

You smiled again.

“I’m (whateverageyouwanttobe).” He finally smiled once, but it wasn’t real.

“Do you live around here?” You questioned.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve been here my whole life,” He replied. Finally one difference between him and Dan.

“I (whetheryoureinanothercountryoranothercityjustputyouranswerhere).” You were starting to lose effort to put on a smile and you were thankful that your drink was almost gone. You suddenly felt the need to go home.

And even more surprising, go home to Dan.

I don’t miss him, you tried to confirm to yourself. I don’t want to go home.

“Well, I better go,” You said, standing. You pushed your chair in.

“Um, it was nice talking to you,” The boy said. You smiled politely.

“What’s your name?” You realized you forgot a question.

“Um… Henry.” You smiled brightly.

“(Y/n).” You reached out your hand. He took it and shook it. “And it was nice meeting you too."

The cold air pushed your hair back as you stepped outside and sighed. (holy cow a lot of rhyming)

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Dan sighed again as he walked through the streets. He’d went in a few anime and clothing shops, but never bought anything. His only goal was to pass by people at this point.

At that moment, he heard screams and loud crashes and everyone started running in all directions. He froze, wondering what happened.

It had sounded like a car crash.

Dan dashed toward the crash, pushing the crowd away. What if she was in that car? What if she’s… dead… Dan shook his head. He ran to the chaos and saw a flock of people. He slithered his way inside. A man was calling what seemed to be the ambulance and Dan still hadn’t gotten a full view of the car. He kept pushing, but to no prevail. What if she got in her car and drove off? What if she was even thinking about what she would say to me when we talked again?

People were persistent. Dan pushed, literally shoving people out of the way, moving his legs as fast as possible, the adrenaline rushing through his system. What if it was all his fault? He’s the one who told her to get out of his apartment. His heart sped; his knees trembled. But he kept pushing.

Finally, he stumbled through and took a look at the scene. There was now police cars. Dan hadn’t even heard the siren.

There were two cars. One had apparently pulled out in front of the other one. There were specks of metal sprinkled across the road and traffic piling up in an instant. The ambulance immediately went through the cars. Dan didn’t even care that the car looked nothing like yours. You could’ve been in that car and that was all that mattered to him.

A young man, about twenty, Dan observed, had a gash in his head and other unknown injuries lined across his body. The other was an old lady—the nice kind that gave you cookies—but Dan couldn’t see enough to confirm any visible injuries. Dan immediately furrowed his brow. They put both of those people on gurneys and rolled them away into vehicles.

Then there was one more person they pulled out. And she looked very similar to you.

Dan’s time stopped. He held his breath and started to walk unknowingly, but when he realized it, he kept going. He started to move faster. He passed by officers and nurses until he made it to the girl.

He looked over one of their shoulders and saw a girl. They were checking her pulse and fretting. She was gone, Dan realized. He wasn’t even breathing himself. He pushed one of the people just watching away. The girl had (h/t) (h/c) hair, but it wasn’t you. Dan’s breath released and he felt guilty that he was relieved. Then someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into the crowd. He let them.

Tears started to pick at his eyes in realization to what just happened. You could’ve died, (Y/n)… You could’ve died.

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You stepped out of the clothing shop in confusion as commotion occurred right before your eyes. The scramble of people; the siren of an ambulance; the sound of rubber screeching against road. You ran forward, toward it all.

Once you got there, everyone had been put into the ambulance cars and they were beginning to drive away. While you were in your trace, you bumped into someone.

“Oh, s-“ Dan stood before you.

He looked terrible. His eyes were puffy and his hair was ruffled. As soon as he saw your face, he pulled you into the tightest hug and you returned it hesitantly.

“D-dan?” He just cried.

And you let him.

“You… you could’ve died. You could have died,” Dan told you. You just realized it yourself. You could’ve been in that car. He could’ve been in that car. Your heart lurched.

“I know,” You agreed, deciding it was best to let him express his feelings. You straightened your back and latched your arms around his back, forgetting your past anger.

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That day you learned that no matter what you do; what argument you get into; what you spend your day doing; it didn’t matter. Whatever you do, anyone could die any day. Anyone could leave you whether it be intentional or not.

That day you learned that life is precious. You treat it a lot more cautiously, immediately apologizing after getting mad or doing something wrong.

That day you learned that you want to spend life doing things you’d want to remember for the day you die. And that’s exactly what you did.

Today, you are married to Dan with three children. Two boys and one girl. You named your oldest son Henry, after the boy in the coffee shop. You named your little girl Delilah, after what you found out was the girl who died that day’s name. Your youngest son was named (favoriteboyname) because Dan decided to let you choose.

You were happy. You would’ve been ready to die if that was your fate.

You were ready.