all along the walls were shelves lined with books , in the center were tables with things on them that he could n't make out from where he was . the front door of the cabin was wide open . part of me wanted to keep driving for the rest of my life . i felt the brush of his lips against me and turned my head away . hes sobbing away on the reporters chest , pounding his fists in grief . finally i get tired of standing there in silence , so i turn around and brush past him quickly . 