Moving On

Fifteen years in Montreal, filled with memories and the recent loss of my brother. Now, my dad and I are heading to Toronto for a fresh start. New school, new job for him, and a temporary home with his friend. Leaving everything behind is hard, but maybe this move is what we need to heal and find our footing again.

The last box was packed. Fifteen years of life in Montreal, condensed into cardboard containers, now sat in the back of the car.

My dad stood by the open trunk, wiping sweat from his brow. "Ready, Reanne?"

Ready? The word felt hollow. Leaving felt like tearing a page out of a book I hadn't finished reading. Cindy, my best friend, stood on the curb, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. We'd just shared a long, silent hug, a silent promise of never forgetting.

She handed me a small bag, a parting gift. "You're gonna be the baddest bitch on your new block," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

I managed a weak smile. "You think?"

"Je sais," she replied, a flicker of her usual fire in her eyes. We hugged again, clinging to the last moments before the inevitable. My dad called my name, a signal it was time to go.

Just as he started the car, a familiar figure sprinted towards us – my ex-boyfriend. But the engine roared to life, and we pulled away, leaving behind everything I knew. Bye, Montreal. Hello, Toronto.

Moving On

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