"..."

Aubrey sat on the edge of the lake, looking over the water, her mind lost in a whirlwind of thought, per usual.

It had been a whole two years since all that...crap happened, and she still found herself thinking about the past. What had happened, what she used to have, her old friends. She couldn't convince herself that those memories lingered for a good reason. And yet, as much as she tried to shut them out, they always came back to pester her in one form or another.

For instance, the fact that she was sitting here in her meeting spot, thinking over this same train of thought for the 5th time this week. Or maybe it was how she sat in that pew in church, half-listening to the sermon as she thought about that tombstone that sat right out the back door, behind the pastor.

So close, yet so far away.

Aubrey shakes her thoughts away, standing up from the grass and picking up her nail bat.

Looking around, everyone else had left already, as the sun was beginning to set. A lot of them had families at home, waiting for them to arrive so they could eat dinner together. Aubrey envied them. Not more than she cared about them as friends. She used to have something like that. A thing of the past now.

She turns on her heel, walking out towards the brush that led into the FARAWAY PARK, before seeing the brush move.

"...huh?"

She steps away slightly, the grip on her back tightening as her green eyes scan over the movement warily. Nobody knew about this place but her and the HOOLIGANS, so why?

"Come out."

Her voice echoed out toward the foliage, the sound cold and slightly hostile. She watched as a figured emerged from the bush, the outline one that was..awfully familiar, yet different.

"..you.."

Her eyes shift over their face momentarily. A flicker of recognition passes through her eyes as the face staring back at her seemed to share. It shouldn't be possible. The possibility itself was haunting.

But it couldn't be.

With an apt shake of her head, she banishes the thought, like a fleeting wind.

"Get lost."