mrsunshine12345

It's one AM. You all say goodbye under the dark, yet starry and clear Nova Scotia sky, with the bus waiting just feet away. You know very well that you'll never see many of these wonderful friends again, even if you don't want to say that aloud. You hug them for what may be the last time, and wonder what will become of the future, and tell them how much you care, that you'll never forget them. So many of the group are crying, holding on to their friends, the people they care about and have just spent the last few weeks with, knowing that in just a few hours, you will all be hundreds, even thousands of miles apart. It's one AM. You all walk o