A/N: thanks to Piper+leo4eva, Anarra, Deija, and Lucky girl 1438 for reviewing my last chapter. Hope you like this one.

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Chapter 3

I'll remember you

And the things that we used to do

And the things that we used to say

I'll remember you

Always

*May 17th 2015*

*~Phoebe~*

I went to see Prue this morning, really early. There was less chance of seeing Piper that way. It was strange being there. It's the first time I've seen it in 14 years. Even though it was strange, it felt right, good almost; like I was supposed to be there.

When I left I drove around town for a while. It was literally like driving down my memories. There were so many places I passed that reminded me of who we were, who I was and who I can be. And now I'm starting to see, in some aspects, it's who I am. I drove where the car took me; I had no, or very little, control over the direction. I drove past Buckland's, the head office for 415 magazine, Quake, San Francisco College (where I got my degree). I snaked through the town, criss-crossing from one street to the next in no logical order. Before I knew it I was at P3. Only now, under the neon 'P3' sign, it says "San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego" I can't believe she kept the name, knowing what it symbolizes, after everything I did to her. Maybe it's a good sign. She's expanded as well, I should've guessed she would. She loved that club, shewas really in her element there. And no doubt still is.

I don't know how long I sat in the car for. It was like I lost all sense of time; it all existed in one moment, for one reason, and it wouldn't get back to normal until I realized what that reason was. It wasn't until I felt the drops on the steering wheel and the damp on my cheeks that I realized I was crying. The tears came fast and steady, tumbling down my face until I thought it was impossible for more to fall, but still they came. My vision was blurred and clouded by memories and 14 years of suppressed pain. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of self pity and I realized my hands were still grasping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were turning white. Squeezing my eyes shut I struggled to clear my vision then grasping for some sense of normality I started up the car and drove to the school to pick up Lara. -x-

*Lara*

Mom picked me up from school today. She'd been crying but obviously didn't want me to ask why so I didn't. She's been acting differently lately and I just want to know why. -x-

*Piper*

14 years ago exactly and my life changed forever. I suppose that could be said about any day to a degree but this was definitely big. I left the clubs in the hands of my assistants and went to visit Prue. I went as soon as I dropped Charlotte and Grace of at school and I stayed there all morning. I talked about everything: Leo, the Children, Paige, P3 and Phoebe. It's the first time in a while I've talked about her when I've visited Prue. Somehow that part of my life feels so distant, so long away. The only people in my life now who know what Prue and Phoebe were like Leo and Dad, and that is quite a hard thing to deal with.

When I left the cemetery I went back to the manor. It was empty, exactly what I needed. I didn't need to think about what I was doing, I just did it automatically. I went straight to the spot, even though I haven't been there in 14 years. At the back of my closet, on the highest shelf and underneath a collection of various sweaters, is an old label less cardboard box are about 10 photo albums. I found the box quickly and I was surprised that my hands didn't even shake as I lifted it down. I walked back into the bedroom, put the box down on the bed and sat beside it. I reached into the box and pulled out the first album opening it out and setting it on my knee. Images poured from the pages and into my mind. My childhood set out before me and my body shook to accompany the tears that cam freely. The only awareness I had of Leo orbing beside me was his strong arms surrounding me, calming but not suppressing; understanding but not dominating. Animated chatter filled the house and I knew Paige and the kids were back from school. The tears subsided and normality prevailed.

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A/N lyrics: Perfect memory by Remy Zero. Thanks for reading and please review....you know you want to!!