No Return

Old Memories

I sighed as I walked out the airport. Well, here goes. Anxiety settled at the bottom of my stomach as I huffed and started walking under the sweltering sun.

I started to look around as I walked, a faint smile on my lips. It was all so nostalgic. I left seven years ago, but nothing really changed.

I passed the school I went to, and a few familiar houses. My pace speed up as I reached the road I always used.

I was now practically running as I remembered the path to my home. A huge grin plastered on my face. Someone else might be living in it now, but it's only a peek.

My heart dropped as I saw an empty lot. Tears threatened to fall as I slowly walked towards the lot. I bit my lip as I stared at the place.

I took a deep breathe in and sighed. Things have changed, but the past is in the past. Get ahold of yourself Marietta.

I turned around and started walking away. Get ahold of yourself.

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I groaned as I reached a hill after I waked for an hour or so. Well, it is my fault for taking a detour. The nostalgia I had was long gone now and was replaced with irritation.

I wasn't sure whether it was because of the heat or my lack of stamina, but I was sure as hell pissed. Stupid hills, stupid sun. I glared at the path ahead of me. Sighing, I decided to start walking again.

The duffle bag I was carrying started to become even more heavier every step I took. The world hates me.

"Just because I lived here doesn't mean that you can procrastinate and not pick me up." I grumbled, "Dante, you idiot."

"Badmouthing me already?" A deep masculine voice said.

"Ciao, Dante." I smirked as I turned to look at him-his pure black eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm hurt, how could you Alice?" He fake cried.

"Sure, sure." I sang as I turned and walked away. He sighed and walked beside me, taking my duffle bag from me.

"So did anything happen while I was away?" I started.

"Well, this place is still Giovanni's turf." He said emotionlessly. Nothing good happens when you get involved with the mafia, but it was really inevitable. Murders are quite common here-mafia wars too.

"Well, doesn't this bring back memories?" Dante said, smiling.

"True," I giggled, we were always together, weren't we?"

I glanced at his face as we walked. Most of his features became sharper, and his raven black hair was shorter than I remembered.

He grew taller, and has a slight tan now. I smiled sadly, as I looked forward. Well, it has been seven years, and I couldn't really see his features on skype.

We both walked silently till we reached Celia's apartment. I rang the doorbell and waited. A few minutes have passed and no one answered.

"Is she out?" I mumbled.

"Don't think so, she must be sleeping." Dante said leaning in to reach the doorbell. He heard me?

"She does love sleeping." I agreed as he rang the doorbell a few times and no one answered. I furrowed my brows and stepped back. I looked up to her window.

"Are you sure she isn't out?" I asked, lurching down to grab three pebbles.

"Positive." He said ringing the doorbell again. I took two more steps back and threw the pebbles. All three hit the window, making three loud 'tak' sounds.

We suddenly heard the sound of something shattering and loud footsteps followed after.

"She's alive!" Dante yelled happily.

I smiled as the door opened. My eyes grew wide as I saw her. Celia was wearing just a tank top and her underwear. Her long gold hair was everywhere and her blue eyes looked so tired.

"Dante, turn around!" I yelled as I ran toward Celia, pulling her inside. I closed the door behind us and sighed.

"Celia, go up and get changed." I started, "I'll do your hair."

She nodded as she walked up the stairs. I followed her to her room and looked around for a hairbrush.

"Celia, do you have a hairbrush?" I asked, turning around.

"Yea, in the drawer." She said sleepily as she oped her closet. I heard she loved sleeping but this is-

Her room was a mess: the remains of her alarm clock was on the floor, her clothes were scattered on the floor, and there were piles of empty instant noodle bowls.

I opened her drawer and saw the hairbrush I gave her when I left. It wasn't anything fancy, it was just an ordinary hairbrush. I smiled and took the brush out.

Celia walked towards the chair in front of me and sat happily, humming the old song we used to sing. I started brushing her hair and somewhere along the way I started humming along with her, feeling nostalgic.

"I've always wanted you to brush my hair again." She suddenly said. My hands stopped. I was taken by surprise with what she said.

"I'm brushing your hair now, no?" I smiled painfully.

Celia was two years younger than Dante and me, and we met because she skipped a few grades. Maybe it's because of our age gap that I think of her as my younger sister. In our group, she and Dante were the ones I was closest with.

Once I finished brushing her hair, I walked down the stairs with her. We both went out and saw Dante still looking away. I grinned as I tiptoed towards him.

I crept closer and yelled. Dante turned around - the atmosphere around him changing. It took me by surprise. Dante looked like he was ready to kill. His expression immediately changed and he laughed.

"Got you!" He grinned. I blinked a few times then smirked.

"As if!" I said, flipping my black hair. 

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Hi, well, this is a trial chapter (and the first book I've written) if this gets good views then I'll continue it.

So, yeah, I'm not nervous or anything.

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