"In England? As in a whole different country England?"

"Well yea…"

"Oh." Liz stood up from her bed and wandered to her drawer. She was apparently scrimmaging around for something/ "Listen Liz, I don't want to leave you, but it's not really my choice."

"I'm not blaming you." She said turning around with a heart-shaped necklace in her hand. "What is that?" I said pointing to the necklace.

"Don't you remember it?"

"Not really…"

"You gave it to me the first day we met. You said it was to signify I'd always be in your heart."

"Yeah….I remember now, we were so young!" It had been so many years since that day. I had just moved from Texas, we had just had the funeral for mom. Starting a new school was hard since I was so shy. Outgoing and fun-loving Liz however, managed to make me feel comfortable and welcomed.

"Well I want you to have it back now."

"Wait-are you saying we're not gonna be friends anymore?"

"No silly-." She sat back down next to me and took hold of my hands.

"I want you to have it back as a memory of me. When you move to England, maybe you won't want to ever come back. Maybe you'll forget about me…"

"I would never." I squeezed her hands back. Liz was my only friend here, my sister. It's kind of hard to forget someone like that.

"Here" She put the necklace in my palm and closed my hand around it.

"Don't ever forget where your heart lays, and that I'm part of it."

"I'll miss you so much!" I embraced her in a tight hug. Tears trickled down my eyes as it hit me- I wouldn't be able to see Liz for a real long time- and the fact that I'm lying to her face….it's all too much!

"No use crying." She sniffed and pulled away.

"FATE! YOUR DAD'S HERE!"

"C'mon, you can say bye to Mom downstairs." She led the way downstairs. I soaked up every nook and cranny of the house- my second home- as I walked down with her.

"Your Dad told me about the new school."

"Yes. I'm gonna miss Chicago, and you Ms. Herman

"Aw, you know you're my second daughter, and you'll always be welcome here." She gave me a hug as well.

"I guess this is good bye then. Thanks for everything. I'll write as frequently as I can." I mustered a teary smile as much as I grieved inside. The departing of two dear friends- it was deeply depressing.

"Thanks." Dad said. We walked to our old 196 Mustang. I waved a silent goodbye, the necklace in my palm, as we drove off.