“Goodbye, Greg.” She didn’t see his face, for he was turned away from her, and so she was unaware of the silent tears that streamed down his granite-hard face, of the lips that were drawn back tight over teeth clenched with pain. She hadn’t seen his fists, drawn down by his sides, and didn’t know that his knuckles were white and the fingers bloodless from the tension of his tight grip. She was in the hall after saying goodbye, and the words he mouthed were a bare thread of sound anyway, so she wasn’t to know that he whispered hopelessly, “Don’t go. Sara, don’t go. Sara!” But he didn’t call after her, and she trudged upstairs with a heavy heart. -Greg & Sara”
Book:The Wall