114. Under the Paris Sky
Candace
"Wipe that sad monkey face off," I say to Monty as she runs up to me and wraps me in a hug so tight it almost takes my breath away. "We'll see each other again soon."
My voice sounds full of emotion and nostalgia. I squeeze her tight, and for a moment, the world shrinks to the warmth of her hug.
"I didn't think this day would come so soon," she whispers, her voice slightly breaking. "But I'm so glad that you'll finally have the chance to be with the love of your life. Please, be very happy."
We stay like that for a while, sharing the rhythm of our heartbeats. Over the years, Monty has been more than a friend: she has been the sister I chose for myself, the only one who knows my demons and has always offered me her shoulder to cry on without reproach.
