"Thanks for all you've done
I've missed you for so long"
I gazed out my window at number 24, Riverview Terrace. There was nothing particularly interesting about this house; the driveway was vacant, the grass outrageously overgrown, the windows blindfolded, yet almost every day I find myself staring at it. The reason? My best friend, Haley Walker, used to reside there. A few months ago, her family decided to depart Seattle and begin a new life in London. Queer as it may sound, it was understandable in their circumstances. But Haley's sudden departure brought solitude and heartache; I faced the consequence of never seeing her again. So it appeared my last resort was to gaze at her forlorn home where Haley and I had created so many memories.
I adored the Walker's home. Whenever you dropped by, even unannounced, the family were most hospitable. Mrs Walker, a natural gossip who was unpretentious and warm-hearted, would always offer me a mug of irresistible hot chocolate or one of her delightful fruit smoothies and lounge with me and Haley in their cosy living-room. We would spend hours freely discussing the events in our lives or watching a series of movies together. Mr Walker was usually working when I visited Haley so I rarely saw him, but on the odd occasion that I've had the opportunity to speak to him, he seemed quite an outgoing, if a little tetchy, man. The last member of the Walker household was Haley's elder sister, Georgia. She came across as being quite timid and quiet, but was just the type of person that would emerge from her shell once she'd become acquainted with someone. It's weird how, now she's gone, I wish that I had spoken to her more frequently. Now she's gone, I wish I could've done more for Haley.
