Caitlyn
I HATED GOODBYES.
It was a different kind of pain when my heart cried for them, but my eyes didn't.
As I glued them to the train window, Brenn and Tia were holding back tears, I could tell by how their lips quivered.
Dad took it the hardest, all my life, my dad was my rock. My anchor. The light in my darkness. He was frail behind them, his eyes longing to hug me again.
He got a phone call before we got in the train that his opening would be postponed for another week, which annihilated my mood.
However, Tia tried to uplift my spirits by reminding me that she would be with me after tomorrow, but I wouldn't see the incredible boy next to her. Brenn's eyes held a mixture of wariness and wistfulness; he was worried and he wanted me to stay longer. I wished I could when the train
