Flashbacks [Phan]

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Dan was eleven.

Yet again, he sat on the oil black swings at the park near his house, alone. Phil had been supposed to come with him to play, but ended up dumping him for Chris at the last second. He had been hanging around with Chris more and more lately, and Dan couldn't help but feel like he was considered he was now second best. Not that he could blame Phil for thinking that; it was probably true.

He gently kicked the swing back and forth a bit before lifting his feet off the ground and moving back and forth to get the swing going. The wind swept his hair back and he smiled as he reached up towards the sun. He was them flung backwards by gravity, but pushed himself back again.

Swings were so freeing. It felt like he was flying. As though if he just pushed himself far enough, he could fly off through the sky and away from everything, towards the bright, happy sun and just forget all his problems. It didn't work that way though, and after swinging by himself for probably nearly half an hour, Dan heard the crunching of feet making their way towards the park and ran off through the woods back to his house.