Nick had slept in late for the first time in years. When he opened his eyes that Sunday morning, though, he just knew something had happened. Finding the letter on the floor was a surprise, even if it didn't seem to register across his face. Nor did any other emotion as he read through Boyd's words.
He wasn't sad, no not really. So many people had come through his life and left just as quickly that the pang of loneliness didn't seem to bother him much. Boyd always reminded him of the sweet girls that were only in the facility for the short time, ones that were able to go out in to the real world and be all right.
Nick pinned the letter to his wall, staring at it for a long time. He'd miss her. Selfishly, he wished she would stay, but Nick never seemed to get what he wanted. He drew in thick, black sharpie a cartoon of Little Red leaving the forest without a glance backwards.