It almost seemed as if the weather matched your emotions. As if the clouds were stressed, angry and sad all at once. The heavy patter of the rain on the bus stop booth was blocked out by your deep thoughts as you stared back at your best friend, your everything…whom you were leaving. Your parents wanted to move to America. Neither of you knew why. Maybe they wanted a fresh start. Who knows?

You looked guilty. If you could change it, you would…but life is never fair, isn’t it?