| emma’s pov |
I looked around the light blue house that I’ve come to love seeing before. Now, it just brought me some bad memories, but this is where I first met Luke. I guess it wasn’t as bad, because of that.
Liz smiled, dragging one big luggage, filled with her things. She was leaving. Leaving to find Luke. I would do the same soon, even though he told me not to. I loved him; I couldn’t just wait for him to return. If he was going to return at all.
“I’m going to tell you everything I know now,” she told me, sitting next to me on their, now, cloth-covered couch.
I nodded. “I’m ready for it.”
Luke met this girl, when he was about seven years old. I would remember because that was his very first friend. He was a very anti-social person, even when he was a child.
Her name was Tabith
