His heart pumped with an old sense of excitement as he pushed through the thicket of wild flowers. He smiled when he finally stood before the place where he used to play when he was young.
The place was a small patch of clearing surrounded by trees and green foliage on the far west side of the town.
They called it the Secret Base, though it was known to be the most popular playing ground to the town's children.
He scanned the surrounding, taking in the misty familiarity of the place, stopping on his track when he found three pairs of eyes looking at him curiously.
He smiled warmly at the little kids that they returned before dismissing him and went back to their business.
They crouched intently on the ground, crowding on the grass, searching for something. His gaze soften at the sight, sighing wistfully as the small pang of nostalgia crept into his heart.
The memories of them sneaking out of the orphanage. The memories of the closest thing he could ever call a family. Their voices. Their laughter. Their tears.
His mind drifted back in to that time. To that same old days. To that same old moment. To that same old feeling.
"Found it!" exclaimed by the only girl of the group, putting an end to his musings.
The little girl proudly held up her hand for the other two to see the rare four-leaf clover she found.
"Well, doesn't it look familiar?" a voice came behind him as if carried by the breeze.
His heart almost skipped a beat for he knew that voice too well. He quickly turned around just to be disappointed to find no one was there. Of course, he thought wryly.
A cold wind blew and chills suddenly clung to him like a second skin, but something about it felt like he's finally home somehow.