<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>She had been silent the whole time - still settling her thoughts as the cabdriver spoke to her. She nodded her head and grunted out random sounds, that he accepted for a listening ear.</i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Her thoughts had drifted elsewhere, even if they passed the bayou's and backwaters, away from civilisation as she knew it. He had noticed her fascination and mentioned something about it being called 'Laveau' but warned her to not go there. Corruption, crime etcetera. It couldn't be as bad as New Orleans, Baton Rouge, or Hathian. So, her interest made her pin the location on google maps for later use. It was the only thing that made the trip seemingly shorter. The newly bought device she had bought on European soil. A new number, for an old era. Even though, she would link her contacts. Delete her mails, and anything that could trace her back to here. Google apps, deleted and forgotten. Years of photo's down the drain. But, she never had been too focused on lenses.</span></span>
<span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">She saw her reflection in mirrors and see-through windows, often enough.</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="color: #000000; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; font-size: 13px;">  </span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Twitter reminded her of a era - those posts frozen on the internet. Times, were different then.</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="color: #000000; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; font-size: 13px;">  </span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">It was like time standing still. While, most of the ones she had held close had been gone different ways.</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="color: #000000; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; font-size: 13px;"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">"Hm?" she mused to the cabdriver glancing in his mirror. Which repeated the anecdote about family members unknown to her. She forced a light smile, but her phone sparked more interest to her. She figured, it would keep him busy a little longer. Google and twitter were at least worthy for something. It kept her fairly entertained, until the battery would run out.</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="color: #000000; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; font-size: 13px;">  </span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">For now, she turned down the brightness of her screen, closed applications she didn't need and made sure her settings were set on battery saver - while bluetooth was already disconnected. Wifi, she didn't need in a moving car. "How long till we get there?" She interrupted him. "Less than a half hour, unless there's traffic jams."</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="color: #000000; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; font-size: 13px;">  </span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">She nodded. A half hour to dive deeper in my thoughts. She thought.</span></span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">The first person she came to think of was Mollie, although she had spoken a year ago with her, and had recently checked in on twitter - the woman seemed to have traded the Hathian ways and there was nothing that gave a way her current state of mind or if she even was in Bora Bora. For a second she thought of visiting, once things were sorted - and a regular income, would make her not to worry about the big amount of cash she carried with her, now. She knew it was going to run out - sooner than later. It wasn’t enough to support a luxurious lifestyle, let alone - support her wardrobe or a plane ticket to meet up with her former friend. She twisted her mouth, it was no time to call for favours. She had nothing to return. So she would close the profile, but not without staring at the woman in her bikini in the water. Just checking in, Max had posted more than a month ago. Perhaps she had prepared herself for her return.</span></span>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>Closing twitter, she went thro</i><i>ugh more contacts - and stopped her track at one peculiar name. She chewed her lip, and pressed the green button to call. But like expected an automatic voice answered her. “This number you trying to reach is disconnected., please try again later.” It had been for years now. Although Max hadn’t attempted to check in for over three years. For a moment she stared at he red letters ‘Delete’ but she couldn’t. It was weird, how a place makes you remember the people so vividly. She almost felt like she could call her name - and suddenly have her appear. But, she had done that years ago. And her calls had been left unanswered..</i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She felt a feeling of loneliness and heartbreak - a longing for a woman who either was dead or had moved on. The creole - wasn’t entirely sure on what note they had left things - but knew, business crumbled when shipments started to delay, until they didn’t arrive at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Connections once heavily relied on - slipped like water through her fingers - and Max had no reason to stay. Like many others, she decided that Hathian hadn’t enough to offer - in that moment.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>She was afraid upon returning, that she would still feel the same way and have no place to turn to. She felt like she was in a limbo. A waiting room meant as a cross over - to bide time.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>Hathian likely didn’t have the answers she wished for. Not after her last attempt where she had U-hauled herself into a relationship. It had been steady for a while, it made her feel vital and young - as long as it lasted. For a while her needs had been met - but like everything in life, it only had been temporarily. It wasn’t the same like it was with the Haifu. They had connected in a way, she never had.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>She had been close with Mollie, but Mollie.. was… well, Mollie was a lot of things to Max. A former lover, business associate - go to, a friend. After everything they been through. Even after every lie Max once had told - but she wasn’t Jack. At least, no news, meant good news - No ties with Yakuza trailing her, or wanting her dead for letting a good business - bleed out, slowly. And, if had been quiet for years, she imagined it would remain quiet. Perhaps Jack had paid the price back in Japan.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>The Brunette decided to not think of her again. Even though, she was randomly reminded by the scar on her inner thigh. ‘Mine’ it echoed in her mind - even though, she had forgotten the Pink’s voice. She had plenty of chances to remove it, but she hadn’t. Somewhere, there was connection and loyalty to a ghost.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Instead of deleting the contact she simply deleted the name ‘Jack Pink’ and changed It into ‘Ghost’ also the name of a melodic satanic metal/rock band - Max wouldn’t have heard off.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Fitting, somewhere.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>“You have arrived.” The face of the cab-driver turning to face the creole. Deep thoughts about former lovers - had been long, filling up the time we’ve had left. “You aren’t a very good listener, huh?”<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Max had to excuse herself, tip him well. Before he moved out to collect her suitcase and weekend bag.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>‘Years in Europe - and this was all I had to show for?’ Max gotten out quickly with a soft “Careful.” — these are all my belongings.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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Brown eyes followed the taxi until it disappeared into the distance before the rich-looking building loomed over her. She was greeted by security, and would walk until she faced more doormen.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>At least it would be worth the payments. In case - trouble was on the horizon.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>People forgot a lot of things, and most of the ones she had hurt most had left and moved on. But that didn’t mean, they couldn’t come back - or have other ties. As always, everything is always connected.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>Once<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>the bags had arrived - she poured herself a drink in the minibar and looked out of big windows. She didn’t face a building directly, so at least she had some sense of privacy.
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>“Welcome back, Max.” She hummed, another shot raised to the skies<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>in front of her.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>“Let’s find out who is still around, and what they are up to.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;"><i>The alcohol from the plane had hit her differently , and with a combination of ambition, jet lag<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>- and miserable memories, she knew she would be fast asleep in her hotel bed, that was worth any fortune. But surely, many<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>ghosts<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>would visit her this first night.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It’s what memories in places like Hathian<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>are supposed to do.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p>
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<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.AppleSystemUIFontMonospaced'; color: #000000;">-- Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us. Osacar wilde.</p>