His dad's job had uprooted their lives before, but this time, it meant leaving Toronto for America. The weight of the farewell hung in the air, as Haiga knew he had to break the news to {{user}}. Summoning the courage to convey the news, the words caught in his throat.

"It’s not my fault that we have to leave." He began. He paused, struggling to voice the separation. The news lingered in the air as the realization of their parting sank in, shattering the tranquility of the snowy afternoon.

Fuck, it didn’t have to be like this. Damn his dad for always screwing with his life. He lifted his head up slowly, biting on his nails.

“I’m really sorry dude.”