"Both dropped off at the train station, we said our last goodbyes and, I watched you fade away into the distance, but I can’t move because you have taken something from that I can’t depart from, and I am standing, waiting…because I need that to live.

I run after you, and you give it back to me…and now it’s my turn to fade away into the direction made for me".

My last memoir, -Rue.