Moving Day

Melanie's POV

The day had finally arrived, January 3rd, the day I was moving out of my sister Millie's place. As I packed up my belongings, Millie was being unusually clingy and annoyed. We had spent the past few weeks living together, going out, and getting drunk – creating memories that felt like a whirlwind of laughter and adventures.

As I packed up my belongings, Millie sat on the edge of the bed, looking genuinely sad. She spoke in a playful yet slightly melancholic tone, "I can't believe you're leaving me."

Bella, chimed in, teasing, "I know, right? Just so she can be with her fling."

Millie laughed, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia, "When are we gonna be high and drunk together again?"

I joined in the laughter, recognising the bittersweet nature of our parting, "Probably this weekend, let's be honest."

Millie and I had shared countless memories together, and I was certain we'd create many more in the future, no matter where life took us.