"I'm moving." The words flew out of her mouth so quick, it was like a slap to the face.
"What?" Confusion. Hurt. Anger. Despair. All-in-one.
"My parents," she started. "They're- we're, moving to America. New York. I'm sorry."
I stood there and stared at her. Hoping it was some sick joke. Hoping she'd start laughing and say she got me, and we'd continue walking through downtown, but she just stared back at me, waiting for a reply.
"But-" A strange voice, barely audible, choked with grief, you could barely understand the words through the thickness from something like tears? I realized that it was my voice, and that I was repeating 'but', over and over, sobbing. My best friend was moving half a world away, I felt it was justified. She held me on the street, and we stood there for who knows how long, crying. I pulled away from her, regained some composure and wiped the tears from my eyes with my mittens. "I'll write."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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December 5 2006 9:38PM
I lied.
