Nighteary

Ch. 31

Ch. 31

~Nighteary's POV~

I'm in my home grabbing my bag and a few other things before I have to leave. Sam and Ronnie and a few others are waiting for me at the main house to say good bye.

I don't need much to get home. Just my small bag. But really the bag isn't small at all. It's sort of a trick. When other people carry it or have it in there hands it's empty on the inside. But when I carry it and look in it it's a never ending hole basically, and I can put anything and everything in it. When I want something it appears there and I have it.

Since all I need is I'm my bag I walk through each room slowly, gently grazing my hand over things. I look at every aspect of my home. Trying to take in every little detail so I don't forget. I certainly won't forget the memories though. There priceless.

I leave the bedroom for last, as I enter I immediately get a strong scent. Though it's familiar and almost brings tears to my eyes. It's Justin's, I take it in slowly. I walk throughout the room with my eyes closed. I remember exactly how I left the room. One of his dirty shirts lying on the ground, that I would've put in the washer so long ago. An open bottle of cologne still sitting on the dresser.