After Brianna packed her bag, we stopped by my apartment to get my things. I also told Tracey and Christopher of my urgency and both of them like the sweethearts they were, helped me pack my things.

I called Dr. Cruz and without a second thought, she permitted me a leave. Brianna insisted that we take her jet since she was very guilty of behaving the way she earlier did.

We left for the airport and reached within thirty minutes. We also boarded our private jet and let me just say WOAH! The thing was huge and pretty. Being rich has its own perks.

As soon as we settled and the plane took off, the air hostess gave us warm nuts which I ate within seconds. Don't judge me, I was super hungry.

I was seated on one of the comfy chairs on the right and Brianna was in front of me, admiring the view. Derek was on the left chair and was fast asleep. That was a given, since he traveled to and fro twice and probably had jet lag.

I looked at Brianna who was fighting her tears just like me. As much as we were good at putting on a straight face, we both were breaking from the inside. I've known Brianna my whole life. Rosalind became our friend in middle school.

Since I knew Brianna so well, I also knew how she would react and the excuses she would come up with. I smiled at myself when I remembered the one time when she told our math teacher that she was having a heart attack since she hated math. Instead of clutching her left shoulder, she held her right one and he just looked at her unaffected.

When I chuckled a little bit loudly, Brianna looked at me and gave me a sheepish smile before rolling her eyes. Our understanding was vice versa. She could read me like an open book.

"I'm sorry for saying all of the rude things to you, earlier." I spoke, getting serious.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for behaving so badly."

"It's fine." I smiled and gave her a longing look.

"You knew the whole time." She confessed and then looked at me. "Didn't you?"

"I knew that you didn't have a performance the whole time? Yes. I did."

She shook her head and pulled the comforter closer. "I've been a bad friend. I didn't want to be at her funeral because I don't think I'll be able to see her and know that she won't open her ocean eyes. I'll miss her. I don't think I'm ready to let go of her yet."

"Me too." That's all I said before I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

...

Brianna spoke my name...wait, no. Brianna yelled my name which made me wake up in an instant with a jerk. The sudden moment made me clutch my head and look at her with annoyance.

"We're here." She smiled. "Derek has your bags, sleepy head, let's move."

I got up and combed my hair before stepping out of the jet. Maplebirch didn't have an airport. So, we had to travel till a nearby city and then catch a train. Our tickets were already booked and the journey was hardly twenty minutes.

We all our silent during our train ride. Nobody knew what to say since we were just a few minutes away from arriving our hometown. The place where we all had our firsts.

We decided to go our own way as Derek had to collect some flowers for the funeral and Brianna and I didn't stay very close.

I decided to walk and waved at a few people who smiled when they saw me. Just when I reached my house's door, I realized how much I've missed my parents.

I stared at the black door, clutching my bags with a tight grip as I let the nostalgia hit me. Once I was done reminiscing, I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for response.

My dad opened the door with a bland face but as he saw me, his eyes twinkled and without waiting another second, he engulfed me.

I giggled at his behavior and called out to my mom. She came running from the kitchen and smiled, pulling me away from my father and squeezing me till I couldn't breathe.

The both of them scanned me from head to toe. Yep, my parents just checked me out. After not finding any tattoo or piercing, they gave me a brief smile.

"Oh honey! We have missed you so much." My mother said.

"Trust me guys, I've missed you'll too." I smiled and dad took inside my bags and closed the door.

My house wasn't too fancy. There was a small before a huge living room and an open kitchen to the left. Then there was another same length passage right next to the refrigerator, revealing my room, my parent's room and a spare room.

"Why don't you get some rest? Sleep for an hour or so and then your mother will wake you up for dinner." My dad said and I nodded in agreement. Before I left, both of my parents gave each other a sad look. Obviously, the felt bad for me because I just lost a dear friend.

As I stepped inside my room, I subconsciously traced my fingers along the furniture. Each one bringing an old memory back.

I placed my bags right next to the door and jumped on my old bed. I also pulled up the sheets and closed my eyes.

Tomorrow was the day I came here for.

Tomorrow was Rosalind's funeral.

Hello Angels!

Well, I was suppose to write the funeral in this chapter, but I thought it would look incomplete. So, I decided to give a sneak peak of her parents and her house.

This was a short chapter and I am suppose to be studying, but I can't keep myself from writing.

So, here is another chapter even though I said I will be MIA for many days.

I hope ya'll enjoy. Thank you so much to aurora_thoughts for commenting and voting! You keep me inspired and motivated. ❤️

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