Jay was driving his car through the very familiar streets.
The place had been withered away due to the harshness of time.
The people living there knew who he was so he covered his face.
Parking his car in front of a very old, burned house, he got out and fixed his blazer.
The house held a lot of past memories, which came flooding with each step he got closer.
He remembered the time he ran in these same streets with his brother.
The days they spent sitting on the stairs in front of the main gate of the house, talking about their friends, worries, future and love.
A heavy feeling occupied his chest. One step and he would be able to get in the house, just one more step, but he didn't even had that courage.
The last memory of this house was him rushing out of this door in panic and fear. His one mistake that he wanted to hide from the world, one accident that ruined a lot of other lives.
