She wrote her last words on the blue flower letterhead and left the table first; they held hands and ran to the other side, becoming the only applause left in their youth.
Purpose: Youth is not a fair race. Some people finish the race, while others finish their whole life. But love and loss, remembering and continuity make every blue flower that fades early become the courage for others to move forward. Regret itself is the most honest footnote of growth.