Touch of cinnamon

repidation as I hurtled through the night skies. Thanks to the vampire gods for super speed I guess lol; if only it could alleviate the weight of guilt that r

nyone else.My best friend; was? On probation? I don't even know anymore. We have not seen each other in eight years a

lentless undertow, threatening to drown me in remorse. Eight

eurial endeavors. From a prestigious private school to a gas station, real estate ventures, and even a motor spare parts company, he had built an empire of his own.Liam had always been hard working so I wasn't surprised at his tremendous success. I couldn't deny their achievements-

elcome ghost from the past. Would my reappearance shatter the idyllic life they had

th. My fingers trembled as I reached for the doorbell, hesitating for a brief moment before p

once shared. She'd recall the days when we were inseparable, best friends since kindergarten, navigating the trials and tribulations of junior and senior high together. Her memory would conjure up the tapestry of

The weight of forgotten memories resurfacing, filling her heart with a mix of elation and bitterness. And t

In my mind's eye, I had played out the scene countless times, rehearsing my plea for forgiveness, begging for a chance to explain

ed with nervous energy. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless

ce for years. There she stood, more breathtaking than I remembered, her eyes a storm of emotions. The a

mi'

iting for her to say something but she didn't say anything. Who's this bitch and why is she staring so bizarrely?

omething deep within me, a whisper of memories long forgotten, like fragments of a shattered mirror waiting to be pieced back together. Her eyes, onc

er eyes met mine, a flicker of re

e. I remembered laughter that rang like music, whispered secrets shared beneath the stars, tears shed in moments of bot

e used for that spell. She told me that they were for a new show that she was auditioning for and she had to look the part. I remembered how she h

as I struggled to compose myself. "I remembe

ow reflecting in their depths. " I'm sorry Naom

alda'

g with disbelief, a mix of surprise and

lly you?" I could hear the pain and confusion lacing he

voice betraying my vulnerability

ed, her voice tinged with disbelief. I nodded, unable to

standing crossing her face. "But why? How

eplied s

ut even giving me the chance to choose. If you had wanted to end our friendship, you should have told me and we'd

Esme. There

d at me for a while, raising up one eyebrow in the way she always did whenever she was cross wit