We will never know.

Dancing with the past.

After years of trying I left a small village and moved to Dublin, to make something of myself, something that could not be done in cork. I left 3 years ago, in a rush when my relationship with my first love fell apart and I decided it was time for a change and to build a career. I currently work as a data analysis for one of the biggest companies in Dublin, Jameson's and without a doubt this is the best job I have ever had. Not that a small café in Cork is much of a comparison. 

So, why am I currently freezing my ass off at a train station waiting to go back to the one place I swore I never would? Well it all started an hour ago, when my best friend's mum Andrea, called me to say that Chloe has not been seen in a week. She is known to run off and come back after a few days, she's a free spirit you could say. I would say reckless. But a week is not like Chloe.

According to what I can gather from Chloe's mum, there is no movement from the police to look into her disappearance, which is no surprise the village only has 2 cops and neither are running any marathons. Andrea knows if anyone was able to think like Chloe and find her, it is me.

Once Andrea started pleading, I knew I would cave and book the ticket back to Cork. When I find Chloe, she has some questions to answer for sure. 

And with that thought, my train pulled up to take me back to a place I wish I never had to see again.