"You think I'm kidding. But I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life." he
tells me this as i'm standing by the door. i look down not able to look him in the eyes. "i'm
sorry.." i say as i start to turn to leave. he grabs my wrist forcing me to look at him. "please
stay" he says with a sad tone, quietly. "i cant." i shake his hand loose from my wrist gently and pick up my last
remaining bag and walk out the door. as i get into my car i look up to see him peering out the
window. a tear slides down my cheek as i pull out of the drive way.
