It's always those precious goodbyes are the ones that get stuck in our
throats.
I never realized, like Agent Scully, how much three conspiracy journalists could mean to me. Now that they are gone, I miss them more that I ever thought I could.
Without any reason besides sincere friendship they looked for me for a year. They cared that much for me. Oh, I was such a fool not to see that they actually meant something to me. And just when I return, I only come back to say the worst goodbye.
All I thought of was stopping the virus; I never considered the possibility that someone may die from it. When they said goodbye through that small window my heart was breaking. They had not only saved thousands of lives, but died for it. It was the ultimate price.
Now I stand with my arm wrapped around the one person that I have left. He has always cared for me, I can see it in his eyes. But now, it pains me to see that light that always shines so brightly in him has gone away. They meant even more to him then they did to me.
All I can do is gaze upon the three caskets: three fallen heroes for a quiet war. Nothing anyone says matters; I just wish I could have been more honest. Maybe then they would have known that they meant much more to me than just a newspaper group. They were my friends.
Goodbye Byers. Goodbye Langly. Goodbye Frohike.
It's always those precious goodbyes are the ones that get stuck in our throats.
I never realized, like Agent Scully, how much three conspiracy journalists could mean to me. Now that they are gone, I miss them more that I ever thought I could.
Without any reason besides sincere friendship they looked for me for a year. They cared that much for me. Oh, I was such a fool not to see that they actually meant something to me. And just when I return, I only come back to say the worst goodbye.
All I thought of was stopping the virus; I never considered the possibility that someone may die from it. When they said goodbye through that small window my heart was breaking. They had not only saved thousands of lives, but died for it. It was the ultimate price.
Now I stand with my arm wrapped around the one person that I have left. He has always cared for me, I can see it in his eyes. But now, it pains me to see that light that always shines so brightly in him has gone away. They meant even more to him then they did to me.
All I can do is gaze upon the three caskets: three fallen heroes for a quiet war. Nothing anyone says matters; I just wish I could have been more honest. Maybe then they would have known that they meant much more to me than just a newspaper group. They were my friends.
Goodbye Byers. Goodbye Langly. Goodbye Frohike.
It's always those precious goodbyes are the ones that get stuck in our throats.