The Memories That Haunt Me

As I walked through the old, familiar streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The streets were lined with tall trees, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The houses were old and worn, but they seemed to hold a sense of character that was hard to find in newer homes.

I had grown up in this neighborhood, and it held a special place in my heart. But as I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being pulled back into a past that I would rather forget.

It had been years since I'd last set foot in this neighborhood. Years since I'd last seen her. But as I turned a corner, I caught sight of a familiar figure standing on the porch of a small, white house.

It was Mariam.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of emotions. Guilt, regret, longing. They all came flooding back, and I felt like I was...