Chapter Twelve

Emily Collins.

The air was chilly when we stepped out of the plane, following after the other passengers and I feel it, the familiarity hits me in waves and waves, quickly making reality set in.

Memories from six years ago flood through my mind in a fast pace as I walk pass certain things, everything is new looking and shiny, as always, they tend to do revamps on almost everything in this town after every three years or so, that's what I seem to remember anyway, that, and a lot of other things, important things, hurtful things.

Memories of everyone I knew, my old friends, all of us together, going on family trips, coming here to this place, it rings in my mind just like it has rang that day I had left, like a warning bell.

“Damn, who be owning a limo though?” Jasmine jokes and I turn to look at where her eyes are set and I see it, the black limo parked and waited