That summer, a group of people went somewhere. The sky was very blue when we left, and there were people talking and laughing in the carriage. Everyone was carrying something bright, thinking that the road ahead was long and there would be time for everything.
What happened next, no one said.
The carriage was very quiet when we came back. No one looked out the window, no one spoke. Some stared at their hands in a daze, while others buried their faces in their arms. After that, everyone went back to different places, made their own living, and lived a normal life.
It's just that some things are permanently broken.
The dancers never skipped again. The singer's voice became hoarse and he never hummed again. The painter's eyes were foggy and he couldn't see anything clearly. The most noisy one disappeared, just like evaporating from the world, no one knows where he went. The person who once said forever, later met on the street, nodded, and walked in a different direction.
No one mentioned that. But everyone remembers. Like a scar, it grows on the surface but remains rotten on the inside. Occasionally, someone's eyes would darken after drinking too much, and the people next to them would pat their shoulders, but no one would say anything.
On the day of departure, they thought they could fly anywhere. Later, the wings were broken and he never flew again. The person is still alive, but the most important part remains in that summer forever.
Some people are still there. Some people are gone. There are still some people in front of you, but they are already gone.
Intention: People who once shone brightly eventually perished. The story does not tell what the accident was, but only that after the accident, everyone was broken. 🕊️