A/N: So I've finally managed to do a sequel to the first 'Love You Like a Sister', which I'm really excited about! Any reviews would be appreciated! Thank you, and enjoy xx

Prologue:

May 2016

"Honestly, I'll be fine." I beg Johnny, just wanting him to go now, so I could be alone. "I've got ages until my train, I'll get Lenny or one of his cabs to give me a lift the rest of the way."

"You're not gonna do anything stupid?" He checks, concern in his eyes, fingers clasped tightly around the steering wheel of his Jaguar.

"Already have done." I manage a small smile. "That ship sailed a long time ago."

"Take care of yourself." He reaches out to squeeze my hand in his.

"And you." I nod, feeling the warmth of his hand melt into mine briefly, before I let go. "Dad."

I turn and walk off, in the direction of the grassy banks, a singular bag over my shoulder; just the essentials, the delivery van was supposedly transferring the rest. I could feel Johnny's longing gaze on the back of my head, but I don't look back, in the fear that I'd give into it. I had to go, for everyone's sake, and for my own. I pause momentarily, once I've heard the engine disappear and I know there's no way of getting it back. I breathe in the familiar scent, before kicking my heels off, leaving them lying in the grass and heading towards the cliff edge. I throw the bag down, walking a further few metres forward, without any baggage, without anything but myself. I stand so close to the edge of the cliff that I can feel that same sense of freedom I'd gained whenever I'd come here, the rocky cliff face virtually crumbling beneath my feet, partially hoping it did. What was stopping me, really? What did I have going for me? Devon; that was so far out of my comfort zone, the whole idea was a joke. I raise my head, so that my eyes meet the horizon that meant so much to me, that carried too many memories, a strong sense of nostalgia washing over me, so powerful it almost tips me forwards.

"Got to fifteen yet?" A voice sounds behind me, and I don't even need to turn around. Instead, I lower my head, closing my eyes momentarily. I don't know how she knew I'd be here, but then again, she always was better at figuring me out than I was myself.

"Fifteen is long gone." I mumble, loud enough for her to hear me, before I force myself around to face the direction of the voice. I knew she was making reference to 'Chicken', a game we used to play when we came to the quarry as kids. "I don't know what number I'm on now."

"Forty-one?" Michelle has a sense of calmness written into her expression.

"Time flies." I respond, as she comes towards me, sitting down fearlessly on the edge of the quarry, legs dangling over the edge, something she'd always have been terrified of doing back in the day. I guess all these years of reality had finally made her immune to the feeling, something I'd been born with. I hesitate before sitting down next to her, resting in a comfortable silence as we both stare off into the distance, where I could see cars rolling past; workers going back to their families, people rushing to get somewhere with a meaning. "You did well, I'm proud of you. You're married, you've got a son, a business, a home, a family. I always knew you'd get somewhere, I wanted it for you, more than I did myself, because I actually think I cared about that more. Whereas I'm back at the beginning, running away, what I always did best."

"You're not running away." Michelle sighs, avoiding looking at me, as she had done since she arrived. "You're running towards something." She looks down at the dramatic drop that lay below us. "Unless you jumped off here, right now, then you'd be running away."

"That's not true." I shake my head. "I'd be running towards a pit of rock and dust, well, falling towards it."

"Which isn't the answer." She reassures me, as she always had done when I'd been toying with the idea of ending it all.

"Not for you." I smile to myself. "You've got people who love you. Nobody loves me, nobody would give a damn if I never appeared again."

"I love you." Michelle says it with such meaning it makes me shiver, and if I'd never believed anything she's said before, I was believing it now. "I never stopped loving you. You wouldn't let me, because you mean so fucking much… Besides, you know that's not true. You've got Roy and Kate and Aidan, and Johnny. Your machinists, even Sally, she loves you. Nick loves you, he's just trying not to."

"They don't know me though, do they?" I interrupt her, finally forcing myself to turn my head, only to notice she's already staring back at me, her eyes watering with desperation. "There's only one person that's known me inside out, from the beginning."

"And that person is here now, to stop you doing something that would break their heart." She finds my hand in the grass, holding it tightly. "More than any man ever has, or anything, for that matter. Because I need you, whether you're a few houses, or hundreds of miles away. I don't care what biology says Carla, or dads who don't tell you the truth, you're my sister and I love you."

"I love you." I whisper, pausing before resting my head on her shoulder and we both look off into the horizon, as if it would never have to end, like we would all those years ago…