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Departure

This chapter is written from Nick's POV 

16/08/2019

I didn't spend much time checking around for him. It was clear that he was gone, so I returned to gazing at the horizon. I guess this is the end of a chapter, I'm not the same person that I was when we crossed that camping's gate earlier this July and I will never be. We left the camping around 8 in the morning. There was a small crowd of people and cars on the exit. They weren't many families left except for the old ones.

As I was hugging people, saying "see you soon" to many of them, it seemed ironic. I will probably never meet any of them again. I said goodbye to Luke, then Jim, Christine, I gave a hug to Helen and watched each car leave, one by one. We were the last to go. Not of course because of sentimental reasons to the place, but Anna had to pee. The owner, who was the only one left, wished us luck and closed the door as our car drove away from that place. I fell asleep.

When I woke up I found myself in the buzzing city. People coming and going, congestion, loud noises. I had almost forgotten how everything was back here. I entered my room and jumped on my bed. The only thing I had missed the entire summer. Seriously everything was great at the camping, but the bed in the trailer was killing me.

I am going to miss the camping though, the sea, the sun, the forest, the people. but most of all I will miss my friends and the summers that can't come back. However, I think I am ready to restart.

10/9/2019

School starts tomorrow. After three months I can say that summer is officially over. I guess we'll have to wait for another year...

I hopped off the bus next to AUTH and followed the road uphill. The bus was a nightmare, tons of people with no space, not even to breathe, my shirt had changed colour from sweat. I passed through the main gate of the university taking a glance inside. "How ironic, " I thought.

I passed the road after passing the university and found Helen waiting for me at the front gate. She had found the grave last week, but she didn't want to be alone in this. We walked together to isle IA, grave number 21. He was there, buried. The grave had his name on it and next to it was an old rusted picture of a man that looked like Mr Yannis, he was unchanged after 30 years.

I then remembered my father saying one night. "As long as that man stays in our camping, nothing will change, look at him, he hasn't changed a single bit for the last decade."

"I searched all of the papers that we found in Anna's trailer. There is every single person there, except Yannis," Helen said. That meant Anna knew who Yannis was. I gulped.

"Then why didn't she act, do anything to protect herself?" I asked Helen as we left the cemetery. "I guess she believed in justice. She knew that she was guilty and her punishment was to wait, patiently. And so she did..." "...for thirty years," I finished for her.

The End !