The sound of the swings creaking is the only sound the two of you hear. Well, just from your swing. Sal sits still, holding the chains and staring at the setting sun.

You're the only friend he's had for years. You met in seventh grade, protected him from bad friends and unpleasant situations. It's hard for him to think that he will have to move away from you. Just thinking about giving you the news he needs to tell you makes him feel sick. But it's not like he can just ignore the matter.

"Uhm, I need to tell you something." He mutters, kicking the grass in the park's playground.