𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌.

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 :
𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 - 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝟱

annie carried the last box of stuff up to her room and dropped it on the floor.
she clapped her dusty hands and looked around with a smile on her face.

"im back los angeles"

she looked out the huge glass window of her apartment complex, after six years it seems as though nothing much has changed. the tall palm tress are still there, swaying as the sun sets in the view. the streets, still busy as ever.

"i really enjoyed those 6 years in london but los angeles will always be my home. damn, it feels good to be back."

after reminiscing, she decided to open up some boxes and fix some stuff before heading out for dinner at that new cafe she'd been eyeing since she came back. but her clumsy ass just had to trip over a box full of stuff and landed with a loud thump on the floor.

she groaned in pain and rubbed her lower back to somehow ease the pain when she noticed a small box that fell out from the box she tripped over.

she curiously picked it up, it was a long rectangular mochi box that she bought from her vacation in taiwan years ago.

"i don't remember having a box like this," she opened it, only to reveal a lot of painful memories.

"asher."

meanwhile, in the apartment room across her's, 
a boy was also busy fixing his stuff.

"ugh, i hate moving and unpacking, but this is Los Angeles, my home." asher spoke to himself and unpacked some of his old college textbooks and arranged them neatly on the bookshelf.

he moved back to los angeles from new york where he studied college for 6 years as well. he loves new york, hell it was where his dream university was,
but los angeles was his home. besides, this is where they met.

"what's this?" he asked as he picked up an old notebook, it was in a dark color and had a piece of garter attached to it to keep it shut.

he opened it and a lot of painful memories came flooding back.

"annie."

annie wiped her tears and sat on her bed, she poured all the contents of the box into her bed. she stared at them for a minute.

all those things held precious memories that made her heart ache everytime she remembers them.

not that those memories were bad, they were good. too good it hurts so much to remember them.

she picked up the red bandana. after all these years its amazing how it still has a faint hint of his smell.

she always liked his scent, she held it closer to her chest as tears rolled down her face, wondering what happened to them.

then her eyes landed on the stack of letters that were tied together by an old piece of twine. it was letters from asher.