Chapter 28: RYDER

She wants to write songs about goodbye; let's show her how that's gonna go down. And since she used music to get her message to me, there's no better way for me to do it than to answer her with a song. Only, I doubt she's going to like my answer.

I picked up paper and pen and got to work, but I was too pissed off to see straight, let alone write anything of any substance. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the song right, and my frustration kept growing.

I kept writing and rewriting it to get the words just right. It's been hours since I started, and I've spent that time vacillating between being happy that she still remembered our codes and being pissed that she was using it to tell me goodbye.

I couldn't even enjoy the fact that she was talking to me, albeit through song, but at least she was acknowledging my existence. The girl hasn't spoken to me once in five years. And the two times she'd graced me with her presence in the same vicinity, she'd looked right through me.

So,