It felt great to be back in London. I sent out my application forms to join any company that is hiring for data analysts with a good salary and even finalized where I would be staying when I move in here. But sometimes, I felt something that I never felt before in London. For some reason, I felt I do not belong here at all. Everything felt new and hard despite me having spent the last four years here. As if I had left a part of me in Orchard Square. I glanced down at my phone and noticed I had received another text message from Alpha Noah. I didn't keep my promise. It has been four days since I arrived here and I haven't called him even once during this period. But he always called me though and I being the jerk I am, wouldn't answer the call. My mind went back to the last time I met