I never had anyone to say goodbye to before. I've had excuses to make, for sure, but never any goodbyes. Medda was really the best friend I've ever had, and I had to leave. But that's the risk I took, and I knew it.
She opens the door before I even raise a fist to knock. She must have been waiting up all night. Wordlessly, she hugs me hard. When she lets go, I can see that there are tears in her eyes.
"I'll miss you, Race." There's no question that I've got to get out of here. She knows it's true. I know it's true.
Suddenly, without really realizing what I'm doing, I reach up and kiss her, once, softly.
Then, with a small smile, I use my New York accent for the last time.
"Cya round."
I force myself not to look back.