“Noah, please don’t cry. It’ll be okay, please.” Hilary said. Soft, heavy tears flowed down Hilary’s cheeks, Noah’s tears connecting with hers when she hugged him. His cries, muffled by Hilary’s jacket, would stay in Hilary’s heart forever.
All she could do was cry with him, tell him it would be okay, and hug him. Hilary’s mom came outside and got in the driver’s seat.
“Let’s go!” she screamed.
“Listen,” Hilary said, focusing on Noah. She put her hands on his cheeks and said, “I’ll be back. Don’t cry anymore, okay? Please, Noh. I’ll be back. I’ll walk if I have to.” She kissed him once more and got in the car. She put her seatbelt on and turned back to watch Noah drift away from her.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You make my life a living hell.” Muttered Hilary.
“I don’t care. If you wouldn’t be hanging out with that boy and those stupid friends you have, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” She pulled a cigarette out of the box and stuck it in her mouth unlit. I instinctively pulled my sweater over my nose.
“Oh stop it. I have always smoked and you have never had a problem with it.” She complained.
“Until dad was diagnosed. I hope you know you’re killing me.” I said, bluntly.
“Don’t you dare say that to me again.” She said, and we stopped talking.
All of our things had already been moved to my home in Bridgeport. My hands lightly touched the note folded in my pocket. She rested her feet on the dashboard and pulled out the note. On the front was Hilary’s name with a heart over the I. She slowly opened it and read.
“Hil-
Hey girlie… you’re probably reading this at your old house or as you’re driving away from Yonstead forever. I know you told me you wouldn’t be gone forever, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost you. You know I love you, and I really hope you can make it back. You know I have my driver’s license… once you call me and tell me your new address, you know I’m on my way. Please, please, please don’t forget about us, Hil. We all love you so much…
Love forever and a day,
Noah