The Past Is A Strange Place

I stared hard at the map as I tried to figure out the next place I would wander to. I had been living in London for the last 20 years or so, but it was time to move on. In order to avoid suspicion, I had to move every 10 to 20 years. It was annoying, but it was one of the many prices I had to pay for the crimes I committed.

Now, I wasn’t even focused on the map. I really didn’t want to leave London. Normally, I try to avoid human contact as much as possible, but in my time here I had made some amazing friends.

Ironically, they were the main reason I had to disappear with no trace. It would be hard to explain exactly why I never aged to my friends, and they were already starting to question it.

I can’t stop putting this off, I thought to myself.

I looked down at the countries that laid before me on the map. How about someplace in America? I haven’t been there recently, but from what I remembered it was pretty nice. Now came the even harder part of picking a town inside the country.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and pointed to a random spot on America. I opened my eyes to see that my finger had landed on the piece of land called California. Well, I almost had it narrowed down. As I looked down at the map I was looking to see what cities it had listed in California. Then, I saw one that caught my attention; Los Angeles. The Angels. The name was so ironic that I knew that I had to go there.

I stood up and looked at all the belongings I had acquired while I had been staying here. When I left, which would most likely be tonight, I would only take the essentials: clothes, toothpaste, that sort of stuff. And of course I would take the last feather I had. It was all that was left of my wings, the only thing to remind me of what I once was, and what I could never be again.

Tears rushed up to my eyes as the memories began to crowd my head.

Green fields full of flowers.

Laughter, and the brightest, purest sunlight.

The comfort of knowing that I was loved, and not alone.

With a silent tears streaming down my face, I began to pack my bag.

Notes

Lol this chapter kinda sucks and I think that it's pretty boring. Hopefully it will get more interesting, and BVB definitely might be in the next chapter. Anyways, please rate, comment, and subscribe if you enjoy this story so far! :)