I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I know you’re not. But I’m going to be right here alright. You’re not alone.
Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it’s a lot like your world. Maybe it’s nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you.
Hold my hand. I’m not holding your hand because you’re not dying. Hold my hand. No. You’re not dying. Did you hear me? You don’t die today.