Dear Ryan & Emma

Day 1

Here's the thing, I feel like this is supposed to be a heartfelt monolog where I tell you about myself. For example, I'm this high with that hair and whatever eyes. I've had this terrible life and I have so many sins that it hard to count them... I guess I could, but this is not how I want to start our story. Plus, you already know those stuff.

Anyway, here's how we'll actually do this: First, I'll start with what I consider to be the beginning of this journey and we'll go from there... So that brings us to day 1

Day 1 is the day I decided I needed to leave.

Have you ever watched a high school show full of drama and this main character a.k.a the queen bee is all over the place causing trouble and ruining lives... Nice to meet you, that's me... Well, I'd like to think that it was me. Anyway, it's summer now and nobody cares, because I'm leaving. It's time for that fancy trip in Europe every rich kid in this side of the globe talks about. Except mine will be in a village somewhere in the middle of a country nobody even knows is in Europe. But it'll be peaceful and that's all I'm looking for right now.

Thinking about it now - the school year was all over. I won't be seeing neither my friends nor my enemies for the summer and I couldn't be happier.

Currently I'm on a plane ( first class, of course) flying to a place even I had forgotten. To be more specific -my home, well not exactly...I've been living in Seattle for about eight years now and I'd like to call it my home but I'm going back to where I came from a.k.a Twinpeaks :D. No, just kidding, but I like to call it this way. It's a small town in marvelously beautiful country far away from everyone and everything. According to the latest reasurches it's one of the least populated towns to have ever existed. Aaaaand not so far away from it there's an amazing lake that I used to spend my summers at.

Nowadays the only thing I have there are my grandparents (with whom I'm staying for the summer) and my very best friend of all times. Their house was our fortress for so many years - mine, Danaya's and Daniell's.

I feel the plane landing and I divert my eyes from the window. It's about time...

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"Maliya!" I hear a very familiar voice calling me "Oh my dear god, you're so grown up! Come, come give granny a hug!" I'm laughing right now 'cause she never talks like this. I still give her a hug though.

"Hello to you too! You've both grown old so much as well! I had a hard time recognising you, granny." she made the pouting face that she is so good at and then smiled brightly at me.

"Laugh while you can, Mouse!" I felt somebody else embrace me in a hug as soon as I let go of my grandma.

"I sure will, granddad. Wooh, I've missed you guys!" I hugged them both onse again and after grabbing my suitcases and Rex's cage we exited the airport and made our way towards the car.

"Okay, so sweety we have about two hours to go untill we get home so you can nap if you wish. You must be tired." I really was but we had so much to catch up with that sleep could wait.

"No, I'm fine. Tell me what you've been doing lately, how's Roni, ohhh and Dean..." I was excited to say the least. I missed them all so much!

We talked nonstop for two hours. I told them about school and my friends there, about Dan and Tessa and the development in their relationship and of course, about my parents and their small business. They were so pleased with what I'd told them about my brother that I think granny had wedding ideas in her head at some point.

When we arrived I was the first to exit with Rex (my german shepherd) at my heals. The house didn't seem changed at all, except it somehow looked to have grown smaller. Maybe it was due to the fact that I've grown bigger, who knows.

I was greeted by Roni's bark (the old golden my grandparents owned) and after making sure both Rex and Roni got along I entered the house. The first thing I saw was the living room with the big table in the middle, the TV across from it along with the huge sofa on the side looking directly at the window wall that was showing the back garden. The next was my grandparents's bedroom with the bed that we all have slept on and was strain from so much using. The last was my grandma's heaven a.k.a the kitchen. She is a goddess when it comes to cooking. It was small but well kept and organaised that even after so many years I was sure I could find anything I needed in no time.

"Honey, your bedroom is on the third floor. Go leave your things and come bak for dinner." Grandma send me to unpack most likely with her habbits of keeping everything in place. I bet she would've unpacked for me if it wasn't for the dinner she had to cook.

I made my way upstairs not particularly hurring and stopped at the second floor. It used to be my parents, my aunt and uncle's but now is where the guests stay.The rooms are similar to the ones downstairs the only differance being that up here there is a second bedroom. Slowly going to the third floor - it was where the kids stayed (Me, Danaya, Daniell and our cousin). It's a small space because it's partly an attic and when I say small it means there are two rooms: one being the home theatre and the other, being the bigger one, separated into two making two bedrooms with two beds in each - one room for us girls and one for them boys. Openning the door to our room I expect to see the very small space filled by two beds, a dresser and a desk, the only window right across the room. Instead I see only one bed and a wall of pictures, the room repainted and decorated in a bit more mature way then I left it.

Running downstairs I hug both my grandparents for the effort they've put to make me forget about the person I shared the room with even though it's probaby imposible.

For dinner we have my favorite and of course my granny's speciality - lasagna. We sit at the table along with Rex and Roni and we eat our dinner. Just so you know, dogs are our weakness.

After dinner I help grandma with the dishes and we both go upstairs to my room. She helps me set Rex's bed and put my clothes into the dresser. An hour later I've spent a good amount of time on Facebook and Instagram according to granny and she threatens to hide my phone away. I appologise and tell her I'll be sleeping since I was tired and she leaves me to myself.

3 hours later....

For the longest of time I've been lost in the memories I had in this room. And now that every trace of Danaya is gone I miss her way more than before. I cry myself to sleep and hope that at least tonight I won't be hounted by that damn dream even though it will never be true.

Which brings us to Rule 1: You can't outrun your past. Eventually it catches up with you.