A/N: Was listening to "From a basement on a hill" the other night and this thought popped into my head. More specifically inspired by "Memory Lane."
PROLOGUE:
Emily wandered down the stairs and made her way into the living room. She poured herself a glass of Jameson's and walked over to the bookshelf. She sat on the floor, placing her glass of whiskey beside her, and pulled out a small black box.
Placing the box on the floor, she removed the lid and smiled at the faces staring back at her. Parties and functions, family and friends, Christmases and birthdays. They were all here. This was her memory lane.