You're finally going down that road again. The long, winding road in the countryside where the air is fresh and you finally feel some semblance of peace in your life.

Yet you know you have to pass your childhood home. A place where you'd rather your memories of it die with everything- everyone else that did do exactly that.

Simon is sat in the drivers seat, eyes focused ahead. His fingers drum idly against the steering wheel, his entire being blissfully unaware of the emotions that are rising in you.

It's like every shred of anxiety and fibre of anger is clawing its way back to the surface. You're a minute from home, but you feel so far away from it.