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..... As years had passed and things changed, I came back knowing that what I said was wrong, knowing that I should have said something, knowing that I should make things right.
As I drove down the winding road of Jalan Terengganu through the large green pine trees, the engine whined at a high pitch towards a junction to Jalan Selangor. After a few more turns, there it was, the house with the black picket fence, the house that holds so many memories. The last place that I saw her.
The old house was sombre and full of akar( tree root) poking in and around the territory. It was as if the trees had become a part of the house. The house was not how I remember it used to be. Back then; when we used to live there, we rarely locked the gates of our house. Our relatives and family members used to come in and out of our house whenever they want to. Every weekend the place was filled with people coming in for dinners and parties. Never once have I felt lonely in that home. There was never a need to call or invite my relatives to come over to the house. They made the house as if it was their own. Having Alice lived near to my house; she too, made our house as her own.
I went back to the old house to find traces of Alice, as she had always been around the house when we were younger. I came back with the urge to figure out why did she neglect me. Why did it feel like she forgot me completely after our last meeting. It wasn’ t like her at all to be quiet. Maybe because she was upset that I was moving up north? Or maybe because I did not told her earlier. All these maybes had always been at the back of my mind, as I have never had closure to the end of our attachment since the day I left.
We had our fair share of disagreements throughout the years. it was never my thing to hold grudges, especially when you have a friend like Alice., on the other hand, have my own obsessions. Star Wars occupied my time and interest, unlike Alice’ s uncanny infatuation with unicorns and mythical creatures.
Alice was never like any of the girl in our class. She was always in her washed out overalls and always with her red converse. Her hair half tied up with her auburn curls flowing down on her shoulders with her brown eyes piercing through her glasses
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