She walks alone beside the many. The many stare yet they do not see. Deaf to her cries yet she hears them laugh. She puts her hand across her chest. They must know. Last year, this time, she was walking towards no tomorrow. She remembers that today is the tomorrow she could only hope for and forgets to cry. The October breeze pushes her to hurry but she resists and stops to look down at the golden leaves of brown, red, and yellow swirling across her path. With eyes closed she sees her family and friends cheering her on. Looking up, flashes of pink catch her heart and she takes a deep breath. She smiles at the many as they walk unknown. The imagined laughs are no longer real because she lives. The breeze blows again and she feels the power of the colors, reminding her that she walks not alone. ~J.D.Lauber
“When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.” ― Ann Brashares
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