Lose you to Love me...

♡PROLOGUE♡

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"We've been packing for almost three weeks now, Jane, but it looks like we haven't even started! Where were you hiding all this junk?" Mom's voice echoed from the chaos of boxes and clutter, her tone dripping with drama. Honestly, it's like she thought we were moving into a mansion, not a shoebox-sized dorm.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Mom, the room is literally empty. You're being so extra. And for the record, we only started three days ago, not weeks. Geez, you're worse than Dad. Let's also not forget who bought most of this so-called 'junk' when I specifically said I didn't want it," I shot back, while taping up my final box of books headed for donation.

She gave me her classic eye roll. "Oh, shush. You weren't complaining at the time. Besides, I love spoiling my little girl." She tossed that last line over her shoulder like it was the law.

I smirked. "Not even going to argue with you on that one, Mom. But we both know I'm right." The mood shifted for a split second, and I could almost feel the weight of what was coming. Yep, here we go again.

"I can't believe you're all grown up and going off to university. And I definitely can't believe you're staying in residence! Your school's not that far, you know. Can't you just travel every day? I'll even drive you myself—every morning!" she said, turning on the full mom guilt like a pro.

Cue the eye roll. "Mom, we've talked about this. You were the one who said I need to learn independence. Staying at res will help with that. Plus, you know I'm not exactly a fan of driving." How many times was I going to have to say this? She might as well record me and play it back every time the topic came up.

She sighed, clearly gearing up for her next attempt. "I just wanted you to have the whole university experience, you know? Make friends, have a social life..."

I laughed. A social life? Oh, she's adorable. "Mom, I love you, but we both know I'm not a social butterfly. If anything, I'm more of a social caterpillar—wrapped in a cocoon of books and Netflix. But don't worry, I'll try to make friends. I'll even visit on weekends, and maybe during the week if I can. But, just so you know, I'm gonna miss you soooo much it hurts," I said dramatically, pretending to clutch my heart.

She blinked away a tear, and I mentally kicked myself for starting the waterworks. Friday's the day I officially move into res, and she was already acting like I was being shipped off to Mars.

"It's just... I've gotten so used to our girl talks and outings. Now I'm going to be stuck here with the boys. Jamie has his hockey and tennis, your dad's always busy with his lawyer stuff, and I'll be so lonely. I'm going to go crazy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up like this was the end of the world.

"Mom, it's called a cellphone. And Skype. You can text me, call me, video call me... Heck, send a carrier pigeon if it makes you feel better," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. I hated when she got like this, but I also hated seeing her sad. Talk about a double whammy.

"Okay, okay, you've got a point," she admitted, giving me a small smile.

I glanced at the stack of boxes around us. "I think we're finally done with all this. Are you sure you're okay with dropping the donations off? I can do it tomorrow."

Her eyes widened. "Tomorrow? No way! Tomorrow is our last day with you, Jane! We're having a family day out—no driving-around nonsense. Now, let's go order food and tell your father and Jamie we cooked it. Hurry!"

I laughed. "You know, we've gotten away with that for so long because of my stealth-mode skills. When I'm gone, you're going to have to actually cook for them, and they'll figure it out real quick."

She gasped, playfully scandalized. "Are you calling me a terrible cook, Jane-Tashley Mathews?"

I pretended to be shocked. "What? Me? How dare you accuse me of such a heinous crime, Mother!" I said, dramatically clutching at my imaginary pearls.

We both burst out laughing.

Then, her voice softened. "I'm really going to miss you, sweetheart."

And there it was. That familiar pang in my chest.

"I'm going to miss you too, Mom. A lot."

The thing about change is, you never really know what to expect. But one thing's for sure—my family will always be my rock. They're my beginning and my end. And with university starting on Monday, I already knew one thing: I was definitely going to miss home.

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