July 7th, 2018, Today was a new day, and four years since the accident. Nick got out of bed and grabbed his outfit for the day. Nick grabbed his bag and his shoes and left his house. His marks of Mitch never left Nick. At this point, he didn't care anymore. The guilt he had could make him feel more like a bad person. Everyone would look at him and think Nick was a fighter or something. People weren't something Nick cared about. To Nick, all people were the same. They find love just to break up. If they get married they end up in a divorce while others take things slow.

Nick didn't want to find love after all the boy he liked died. He was nothing but burns on Nick's body. Nick walked to a coffee shop and sat down at a table in the back corner. Nick signed and looked at the menu to get a coffee and something small to eat. He couldn't miss this flight to New York. Nick lived in a calm part of Chicago. Nick lived alone and won't speak to people he doesn't know. Although the servers in shops, cafes, etc, are exceptions. A young man walked up to Nick and asked him for his order. Then before he walked off he smiled at Nick then walked away.

Nick didn't know how to react to what the young man did. Nick went back to looking at his phone. He read a news article about two teens killed in a school shooting a week ago. Nick signed and nodded his head from side to side. Then the young man walked back and put his drink and his food on the table.

"Need anything else sir?" The young man asked with a soft smile.

"No, not right now. Thank you I appreciate it," Nick replied as he nodded his head.

"Of course sir," The young man nodded and walked off.

Nick took a sip of his coffee and signed heavily. He looked at his French toast and picked one up to eat. Nick felt better and heard a familiar song playing in the cafe. Nick started humming to the song and looked up the song on his phone. It was called "Really Don't Care" by Demi Lovato. This was one of Nick's favorite songs. After he finished he got up and paid at the desk and tipped the young man that served him.

Nick walked off and took a deep breath of air. He looked at how far the subway station was and it was about an hour left. Nick signed in despair.

"Why do subway stations have to be so far?" Nick uttered to himself.

Nick started walking and listened to the music playing on the streets. It made Nick smile with a bit of joy he had left in himself. As he continued walking he felt the burn on his waist start to feel like a lit candle. Nick put one hand on his waist and was about 40 minutes to the subway station. Nick started breathing slowly and carefully to not panic. At he got to the opening of the subway station he walked down the stairs.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs a familiar cologne scent filled the air. Nick smelt the scent as strong as it was and coughed a bit. As he sat down on the bench he looked over and saw a table with a red tupid. It was right by a poster ad for a new cafe coming to town. However, it was hard to read what the cafe was called because it was so blurry.

"Why does this subway station feel so familiar?" Nick whispered to himself.

Nick could put a finger on it. Nothing rang a bell other than the red tulip and the cafe poster on the wall. Nick's stomach turned like a pretzel knot that made him sick. This was a feeling he never felt before and didn't know why he felt the way he did. Did something happen at this subway station that made him feel this way? If so then why couldn't Nick remember?