Chapter 4:The way home

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'Wait,WHAT?! Going home with her... is it okay to do so?', in my mind shouting. Then without hesitation I answered her,"Hmm,okay then..." and we started walking to her house. On the way back, we have to go through a train station, and she stopped and pulled my shirt while looking through a window. When I asked her what was she looking at, she pointed at some biscuits she said reminded of her childhood. Then I grabbed her by the hand and went in to the shop. I bought one bag of the biscuits that she liked and gave it to her. She thanked me then she opened the bag of biscuits and gave me one.

I ate it and I asked her, "What was your childhood like back in the old days?" She replied, "Well, a few years ago when I was like four, somewhere there, I was on a swing, looking at the other kids playing at the playground. Then, a boy came to me, I forgotten what was his name, he gave me this biscuits in a small container, we did a lot of stuff like playing and all those stuff until one day, I was told by my parents that we will be transferring to America for studies, and I never seen him ever again."

Then, I noticed a tear went down from her eye. I took out my handkerchief and wiped off her tear. Then she told me, "After 10 years, I came back to Japan, I went back to my old house and a lot has changed, I was still thinking about the boy I met that time, but I forgotten where he lived. So yeah, that was my childhood.". I then felt something hit me on the chest. Like I felt this feeling before. Then I told her,"I have this kinda memory about this girl but I can't recall anything that happened that time." She then replied,"Oh, I see.". Then we reached to her house, then she said, "Thanks for bringing me back home, Kyle." "Ah, don't mention it." I replied.

We waved and then I went back home. After I reached home, I went to the shower, ate dinner, then when I went up to my room, my younger sister told me to get her a toilet roll at the storage room. When I got the toilet roll, I accidentally hit a box and a pendant fell out of it and I picked it up and I had a strange feeling that I seen this pendant before.

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