One day, I saw her walking to the bus stop, boxes in hand.

"What are you doing?" I had asked.

"I'm leaving Cape Cod."

She was moving away.

"Why?" I asked, suddenly panicking.

"No one can stay in one place for so long, Rizzo," she had told me. "It's time for me to move on. It's time for me to see the world."

"Where will you go?"

"I was thinking of settling into the city."

"Oh."

She began to lean on a box, waiting for the bus to come. She looked me straight in the eye.

"Rizzo," she said.

"Yeah?"

"You don't know it, but you're a great friend. I am really happy I met you. You're my favorite part of Cape Cod. I'll never forget you."

Then, without a word, she handed me a picture of herself. I just held it in my hands, speechless.

I knew then what I had to say.

"Don't go."

"Oh, Rizzo, you can understand, can't you?"

I nodded.

"Thanks," I said. "For everything."

She reached over and hugged me tightly.

She began to cry.

I did too.

"There's beauty in change, Rizzo," she told me.

Show me where.