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As the bus rumbled along the winding road, you leaned your head against the cool glass window, watching the familiar trees whiz by. The dense woods that surrounded your small town had always offered a sense of comfort, but today, they felt more like a curtain closing in on you. The music in your headphones played softly, a melodic backdrop to your racing thoughts. Shuffling in your seat, you firmly secure your backpack between your feet and check your phone. Mr Rager was playing. It's a fitting song.

One year had passed since you had left this town for college, and you were now on your way back after all this time. You had been eager for the journey home, but as the miles closed in, the apprehension gripped you. Thoughts of reuniting with your girlfriend, Emma, and your friends who had chosen different paths after high school sent a mix of excitement and unease through you. Initially, you weren't a fan of long-distance relationships, but you both made it work somehow.

You couldn't help but feel the changes within yourself, a different person than the one who had waved goodbye to them all a year ago. College had broadened your horizons, exposed you to new ideas and experiences, and introduced you to a diverse group of friends. Now, you were returning to the small town you once considered the center of your universe.

The bus pulled into the familiar station, and you reluctantly removed your headphones, folding them carefully and stowing them in your bag. Waving goodbye to the driver, you stepped off the bus. The first thing that struck you was the sweet scent of pine in the crisp, autumn air. The town hadn't changed much – the same old houses, the cosy diner on the corner, and the leaf-strewn streets that seemed to resist the passage of time. The very same streets you biked down as a child.

You felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as you walked the familiar route to your childhood home, the very same route you had taken countless times before.

Would Emma and your friends still feel the same way about you? Would they understand the person you had become? Your footsteps grew heavier with each step as these thoughts reverberated around inside your head.

Arriving at your front door, you took a deep breath before you entered. The house was the same as you had left it, but somehow, it felt smaller, cosier, and more constricting all at once. You had a few hours to kill before your parents returned home from work. Part of you doubted that they even remembered your arrival home.

Walking up the stairs to your room felt like a monumental task. It was exactly how you had left it, except for a thin layer of dust on everything. Your posters, your books, your trophies, your guitar. They all seemed like relics of a past that you had outgrown. You felt a sudden urge to pack them all up and throw them away. You wanted to start fresh, to create a new identity for yourself.

Slinging your backpack onto your bed, you began unpacking, folding your clothes and hanging them in the closet. Then, you reached for your laptop, and checked your email. You had a few messages from your college friends, asking you how your trip was and when you would be back. You replied briefly, telling them that you were fine and that you would see them soon. You didn't mention anything about your plans for the summer.

Closing the lid of your laptop, you lay down on your bed. You stared at the ceiling, trying in vain to relax.

You knew that you should call your girlfriend and old friends, but you felt reluctant to do so. You hadn't talked to the majority of them much since you'd left for college. You had been busy with your studies and your new social life, and you had drifted apart from them. You wondered if they still cared about you, or if they resented you for leaving them behind.

Picking up your phone, you hesitantly scrolled through your contacts before landing on her number: Emma. She had been your girlfriend since high school. The two of you had been inseparable, or so you thought. You had promised to stay together, even when the both of you went down different paths. You had tried to keep in touch, but it was hard. You both had different schedules, different interests, and different friends. They had grown distant, and you knew it.