Look! A drabble fic! I'm planning to update this once a day, chapters will be short. I'm using this as a writing exercise, get me to write daily. Enjoy.
SM owns all things Twilight
Adele owns the song 'Someone Like You'. Which is inspiration for the plot and title.
It was all the same.
That's what I thought when I pulled up to my childhood home for the first time in eight years. My mother's immaculate flower beds. My father's fishing boat parked next to the garage; still dripping from an early morning trip to the lake.
I felt like if I turned around I would see that old rusty beater I drove in high school instead of the shiny new Audi I bought a few months back.
Even walking in the front door was reminiscent as the smell of burnt cookies greeted me. More often than not some part of my dinner was slightly charred if not inedibley burnt.
"Mom?" I called out. She came racing from the kitchen, a bit a smoke in her wake-most likely from the blackened cookies.
"My baby!" she exclaimed, hugging me tight. She pulled away, grasping my face between her hands, "You're home. You're finally home."
"Yeah, mom," I smiled tightly, praying she couldn't see through me. That she couldn't tell the reason for my visit wasn't exactly what she thought. "I'm home."