I walked here myself. Standing surrounded by items of the past that we had left behind. Photos, trophies, toys... All things that used to mean so much to us when we still came here with a passion to spend time here. Times were easier then. No worries of money... No concerns of the future. We lived for the day back then... And tomorrow was just something else to look forward to.
We used to be a team... Not that we aren't one now, but it just seemed so easy back then to fall laughing upon one another. Now things just get uncomfortable at times when we realized where we are. Things have changed so much, and yet things are still the same as they were back then. Am I the only one who thinks this way? Have the times changed and I just have not realized?
My hands drift and lay lovingly upon the items laying about our old pad. Pictures sat there, reflecting a simpler time. A simpler time that would not be repeated. We're older, and have more responsibilities now. The mysteries are still there, but it's work now, not just something we stumble upon. Am I just missing something?
Everyone seems to not notice times are changing... and things around us are changing as well. It feels like I'm stuck in one place watching everything else pass by. Is this how I was supposed to end up? Did the path choose to walk along with my friends, be the true path I was meant to travel?
Could I have been a lawyer? Maybe a military figure like my uncle...? Why did my fate end up making me walk the path of a detective? Was it the influence of the others? Or was it my fault?
Choices gone and past... Paths walked and traveled... Is this destination we are heading the right one we are meant to be on? Am I really cut out to be the one to lead them? Why did they choose me? Or was I the one to pick this role myself? How did I end up here?
A light shines behind me, illuminating my thoughts and the items around me. Voices call me back my recesses of my mind from outside. I risk a glace... Friendly, and concerned faces greet me from the light.
"I told them you would be here..." She said smartly, a sideways grin on her face, but concern in her eyes.
"We were worried. Come on." Her hands played with her hair, getting it out of her eyes so she could look at him.
"Like, come on man. Let's go home." His voice called from the van, hand waving for the other guy to come out of his refuge and get inside.
"Rah rah... come rome." The last of the group echoed everyone else, tail thumping the front seat, as he hung his head out the window.
His friends were calling. Calling for him to come home. Why argue? Everything had worked out all right so far. And if anything happens, he knows at least they'll walk that path together.
"I'm coming."