“Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.”
“He sang the last two lines strong and smooth, promising that he'd always be with me, even when I could no longer hear his voice. I whispered the lines with him, sending the promise right back”
“I will always hear Tyson Monroe McCabe. Whether it's a whisper, a scream, no matter what Ty says, I will always hear him.”
“I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.”
“Goodbye is goodbye, Caeden, it doesn’t matter who you’re saying it to,” I turned around and sat down.”
“Please ” I whispered. “Please come back.” There was no one there to hear me.”