A small present that chained to the past.

Today, I look at myself in the mirror several times. I think of how I successfully survived a year without my family and friends. I stare at myself and see what I have became. I glance at my reflection and all I can see is a girl in misery. Beneath those dark skin and freckles on my face, I can feel the scars of a deep cut that once hurt my soul years ago. Why did I leave? I was happy. I want to be that girl back. The girl who laugh all the time and never worried about how future will be.

Can I be that girl once again?

Imagine if I came back to this world which I had left before, I will get my family and friends back. Wait, will I? Will I be happy? Will I became what I used to be? They said you can't turn back time but what if time turn back to us? Will it be the same? To have what you once had. To get what you used to get. To be what you have been. But, under what consequences?

Pain in the future? Perhaps.