Lia's POV
A tough stretch? Yeah. That was my life last year before moving countries. Now that I'm here, I keep telling myself things will be different. Better.
With school just around the corner, my thoughts won't slow down. I wonder how people will treat me here, whether Canada will really be a fresh start. Back in the Philippines, I wasn't treated kindly—and those memories still follow me. But living here with my cousins gives me a little hope.
Lost in my thoughts, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.
Thump.
I crashed straight into someone.
"Sorry!" I blurted out, stumbling back as my heart skipped a beat. When I looked up, my breath caught. The person in front of me looked just as surprised as I felt, their eyes meeting mine for a split second long enough for my chest to tighten in a way I didn't understand.
"It's okay," they said, offering a small smile.
Why did that smile make my face feel warm?
I panicked.
Mumbling another apology, I turned and hurried away before they could say anything else. I didn't look back, even though something in me wanted to. My heart pounded as I walked faster, wondering why a simple accident had shaken me so much.
I had no idea that this was how it would all begin.
Ok Lia, keep it together, oh gosh why am I thinking that. It's ok, I will never see him again, its a big country after all right?