He pressed one final kiss to my brow before stepping away from me. “If I don’t walk away from you now, I never will.” And then he disappeared out of my bedroom window, dropping onto the roof of the shed below. “Joey,” I cried, leaning out the window. “Don’t do this.” With one final glance at me, he pulled his hood up, dropped to the ground, and called out, "I'll be seeing ya, Molloy, " over his shoulder. And then he was gone.
