I remember the last conversation my parents and I will ever have. It will be the eleventh day since you left, and my parents and I will be idling outside St. Augustus' Institute for Troubled Youth in our Jeep. My mother will twist around from the drivers seat to face me in the back, and my dad will do the same from shotgun.
"This is for the best," they'll both say.
I'll say nothing. There will be nothing to say.
They will both twist back to face forward, and let the soft crashes of the waves fill the silence. I will try to catch one last glimpse of my mother in the rearview mirror. She won't look at me.
"Sam," my father will sigh. "He wouldn't want this for you. L–"
"Don't," I'll snap. "Don't you dare."
He'll sigh heavily, and the silence of the waves will settle back in.
"See you in a month, then," my mother will grit out. She'll sound like she's wishing she doesn't.
She'll get her wish.
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