29 2.1. I'm Back

JASON'S POV

I feel the shadows of the skyscrapers on my face, rushing by as I lean back in my seat.

My eyes scan the city like a map of its own, as the car moves at a slow pace in the heavy traffic.

It feels like nothing has changed. The people, the city, the skyscrapers, everything feels the same and yet somehow everything has changed.

Or maybe it's just me who has.

My faint reflection in the window stares back at me and I watch the fine lines of my now rugged face, far from the delicate features I once held.

Somehow, my face has hardened and once where there was a smile before now lays a thin line of nothingness; blank like my soul.

I left for America, a day after I received the letter. And here I'm now, a little nervous, fidgeting yet somehow a numb sort of calm as my heart palpitates in my chest rapidly.

I can already tell from the familiar neighborhood that we're about to arrive. The realization does nothing to calm my nerves down, it's really unsettling.