Willow
I step off the bus, clutching my small hand luggage by my side, and shut my eyes, breathing in the familiar autumn breeze.
Slowly, my eyes flutter open, taking in the busy street around me. It doesn't seem like anything has changed since I left this town ten years ago.
I start walking across the cobblestone path, passing by some stores that displayed shiny little trinkets in the display window and cosy restaurants that offered delicious-looking desserts.
I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips as I take everything in all at once.
Ever since I left home to study abroad, I hadn't had the privilege of coming back home, not because my father wouldn't approve; on the contrary, both he and my mother had been begging for me to come home, but it's just that I no longer considered t
