It had been 7 years since I last came to the city. I never wanted to come back, I thought the memories would be too painful, but Mr. Tom made me come. He said it would be good for me to get over my past. As I looked around, I remembered back to when the station was full of soldiers going off to the war. The bombing had clearly taken its toll on the city. It had been nearly a year since the end of the war and many factories were still damaged.
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I never thought I would be returning to the city where so many bad memories took place. I walked down the station platform to a bench, the same bench where I found my mother that last time I arrived here, it looked to be the very same bench, even after all these years. The city had changed so much, it seemed to be the only thing that hadn’t, and everything was much more boring and plain.
I walked down the street looking at all the factories and buildings. The further I walked the smaller the buildings became, until they were just houses on the outskirts of the city.
I turned down the street of where I used to stay. I stopped outside an old house. My house. This is where I was abused, told I was useless and that nobody cares for me, this is where my mother left me. I never lived here, it was only a home in which I slept and ate. To me, my home is, and always will be, in Little Weirwold.
As the sky began to darken, the autumn leaves glowed a bright orange in the twilight. A red overlay covered the city. The sun a rich red and clouds a bright pink. I turned away and started to look for a place to sleep, an inn.
As the last light faded, the sky became a dark blue, the stars twinkling in the night sky and the