chapter 2

~Abigail~

I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto.

It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people.

Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me.

“Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny.

She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so.

“Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave. I can't take all of my clothes,” I replied, my hands now on my hips.

“Do you realize your flight is in six hours? You've packed nothing; are you sure you want to leave Toronto today?” She asked, her brows raised up as she stared at me.

I moved closer to her and dragged her towards the wardrobe.

“And that's why you are here, to help me out,” I muttered, and she snorted.

“Fine, let's do this. You know we still have places to go before I take you to the airport. We need to pick up warm clothes; you know how cold Montreal is." She started rambling as she threw clothes to my side.

I picked up the clothes and started arranging them in my bag; thank God she's got some list with her so I won't forget a thing or two.

It took two full hours to pack all my luggage, and that was because of Taylor; she's such a darling and a time saver.

I was about to put on a crop top and trousers when my phone buzzed. I picked it up from the bed to see a text from dad.

‘Don’t forget to pack warm clothes. Montreal can get chilly this time of the year. See you soon!’

I chuckled and decided to change my clothes. Now going back to Montreal gives me this sense of joy knowing my dad would be there. I'm grateful he decided to pick me up himself; I thought it would be one of his drivers.

Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been there for me, but when he came for my graduation, he told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up and so seeing this message makes me happy.

We got into Taylor's car, and she took me to a shopping mall to pick up a coat, and then once we were done, she drove off to Mike's place. Mike was outside his house; a knowing smile crept on his face as he noticed us park right in front of him. He pulled both of us into a warm hug, and I snuggled into his embrace.

I'm so going to miss them; both of them are the highlight of my life in Toronto. Even though things didn't work between me and Mike, it did work out for him and Taylor. Well, it just kinda happened, him dating his best friend, but I'm glad they both got their happy ending, and I'm happy for them. He kissed Taylor on the lips and proceeded to grant me a peck on the cheeks.

We spent some time in Mike's house and did lots of videos before going to the airport. I got there on time because it wasn't far from Mike's place.

“I am you to miss you, Abby,” Taylor cooed, her eyes teary as she looked at me. Mike was holding my traveling bag while I held the handbag.

I bit my lips, my eyes becoming wet as I looked at my two close friends. I'm going to miss Mike's Norway accent and his carefree spirit. I'm going to miss Taylor's mummy characters and her seriousness in every activity we do. I'm going to miss all the times we spent together, whether bad or good. The two of them had impacted me in the little year we've spent together; they've grown on me, and leaving them is just so hard.

“I know, I'm Taylor. I'm going to miss you both,” I muttered and pulled them back into our group hug.

“It’s okay, ladies. Don't cry; there's the internet. We are going to do a lot of face time and talking. Thank God the time zone isn't that different, and we could call at a convenient time,” Mike said, trying to lighten up the mood, but Taylor glared at him.

“Face timing isn't the same as physical. I'm going to miss your laziness,” she murmured, and I laughed.

“And I'm going to miss your food,” I stated, and we all chuckled.

“What about me?” Mike piqued, I pinched his nose, and Taylor hit him lightly in the side.

“I am going to miss you too,” I replied, and he smiled then shuffled my air.

“Time to go, lady, or you'll miss your flight,” he reminded me. Once again, I pulled them into an embrace for some time and then wiped off the tears in my eyes. Mike handed me my bag, and I departed.

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A few hours later, I arrived at the airport in Montreal. I looked everywhere for my dad; my lips formed into a smile when I saw my dad in his office wear; his dirty blonde hair was neatly arranged; his aristocratic nose was perfectly shaped; and that proud smile was seen on his lips. I rushed towards him and jumped on him.

A hearty laughter escaped his lips as he carried me up and turned me around. I'd missed him so much that I had forgotten I wasn't a child any more.

“My angel,” he murmured, dropping me down to the ground gently.

“Dad,” I called, he held my hands and then walked me out of the airport. His men helped pick

up my luggage while we caught up on all the things we've missed.