-in which a girl left her hometown after a tragic event happened, leaving her friends including the boy she loved...years later, she has to come back. and she arrives with memories, nostalgia, and unresolved feelings
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gina waved at her dad with a small smile as she walked through the airport arrivals with her two suitcases and backpack, instantly embracing her father who laughed happily
"my baby is home!" he beamed and pulled away, cupping her face "i missed you."
gina shook her head and chuckled "we talk on the phone dad."
"seeing you on the screen isn't enough for your old man." he told her as he reached for one of her suitcases "how was the flight."
"long but pretty good." gina shrugged and they got into the car.
gina looked out the window as they started driving down the roads of the so-familiar town she'd grown up in.
everything was the same. the town sign, the picket-fence homes that all had their own unique style and color to them, the library that was just a few minutes away from oakwood middle school, and in no longer than fifteen minutes, they entered her neighborhood. that was when she held her breath and sat up.
when gina's dad parked the car in the driveway, she slowly got out of the car, keeping her eyes on the yard that was shared with the house next door. the tall sycamore tree that had its leaves tinted orange to welcome the fall season, holding a wooden platform house right at the center of it.
"it's still here..." she whispered to herself, still staring at the treehouse.
she heard her dad's footsteps "ready to go in?"
gina nodded and tore her eyes away, taking a nervous breath as she headed towards the front door, twisting the knob and pushing it open.
it looked bigger - maybe living in a new york city apartment with two other people had that factor - and the living room still had the walls decorated with all sorts of picture frames that held photographs or ribbons and certificates from her dance recitals.
"you didn't change anything." the curly-haired girl commented as she walked around and looked at the photos
"your mom never liked me changing anything she did anyway." gina's dad joked as he walked beside her
gina managed a small smile and laughed softly, nodding "yeah, she didn't did she?"
her dad smiled "i'm glad your home kiddo."
gina looked at him and nodded, leaning her head against his shoulder "me too dad."
