“Matthew Wong”
And a sudden worn out clapping began and ceased after a couple of seconds. The speaker continued. “Kayla Yates”, blared the speaker and the clapping began again in a habitual fashion. “And to our absentee graduate, Jackson Lerwick”, the clapping was quieter now. The scene where these two women and a man sat was the epitome of happiness: Freshly cut green lawn, blue cloud filled skies and that light breeze that, in a way, took away the sun’s heat and left only it’s shine and brightness. The clapping began again, only this time it was louder. A woman sat somewhere in the middle of the seating arrangement, wearing black pants, white blouse under a black jacket. Her sun glasses did not reveal her tearing eyes. You see, at some point, this woman had lost her sun to nature and the world. He was swallowed by trees and exploration, by the water and its infinite depth. She clapped as loudly as she could. However, her hands could only give her so much strength.
Not too far from her stood a man in black. His hand in his pocket, running his fingers through the silver container that swished everytime he moved too much. His swagger was limp and weak, and yet he stood there, hoping that young man would show up and forgive him. And far from that man and woman stood someone whose heart had never taken so much pain and guilt. Guilt? Pain? Her heart did not know of their existence. The yellow and orange robes had darker stains on her chest. For a while now, she had hoped he would show up as well and prove to her that their friendship had indeed endured the difficulties that they faced, and that, despite their differences, this day could be shared between them. He never came. He didn’t realize it was today, but it didn’t make a difference. He never showed up, their tears didn’t seize and the apologies never came.
