BROOKLYN

It was just like I remembered.

Everything felt the same…

Even the cold air seeping through my skin reminded me of the nights where I’d stolen forbidden kisses under the moonlight.

And the memories— painful yet sweet and golden, flashed through my mind like I was reliving the past all over again…

Cold shivers ran down my spine, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of nervousness or fear.

Something went down my throat forcefully— a lump that refused to be swallowed.

Until ...