Seb sat on his couch, slumped, seemingly unaware of everything around him. He had no idea how he had even driven back to his house. A thousand different memories beat inside his head, making it ache. With a heavy sigh, he reached out and lifted the old and slightly weathered album from the coffee table.
His fingers trembled as he flipped through the pages, each faded photograph bringing fresh memories to his mind.
An involuntary chuckle graced his face as he looked at the picture of them all on Halloween. His fingers traced the cutest little witch he had ever seen… she could still remember her screams when he had caught a toad and 'gifted' it to her to make a potion out of it.. He'd been ten…while Olivia had been all of eight..
