it's been 4 years. 4 years of misery. Being weighed down by the guilt, and the sleepless lonesome nights. A single drop of salty water dropped from my eyes on the photocard, followed by many other continuously.

We used to be so carefree and gleeful back when the days seemed more golden.

It was nearly time to leave.

Placing the photocard back in my pocket, I subconsciously picked my suitcase up walking through the noisy crowd, dragging the suitcase along with me. I studied the flight board, scanning for the departure of PYN10 from the U.S. to the U.K... It's been a rather long 4 years since I last saw them; since I have been truly delighted.

Now, I'm finally ready to face my concerns, the guilt that has been eating me inside-out.