"Goodbye, Hailey, Miss Hall." Seeing Yannis Griffith's car drive up first, Cherish Turner stooped to bid her farewell. She got into the car and gently smiled and nodded at them. Through the rearview mirror, she spotted a black Maserati pulling up, she withdrew her gaze, refusing to look again.
William Griffith's gaze was fixed coldly on her.
Yannis Griffith clearly saw it too. Yet, he got into the car, deciding to drive Cherish home.
Once in the car, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you tired?"
"It seems so," Cherish softly replied with a smile.
"Then you should rest. I'll wake you when we arrive," Yannis Griffith sympathetically suggested.
All that Cherish gave was an "hmm", before she turned to gaze out the car window. A myriad of neon lights sprawled across the coastal city, reflecting a somber face back at her.
So, they had known each other for a long time. True childhood friends, innocent of the world.
Cherish, that's a part of the past you'll never touch.
