We were young, and the world had no fences. If a door was closed, we pushed it open. If a wall stood in our way, we climbed it. Nothing we did seemed wrong because strength was ours, and with it, the right to ignore consequences. We laughed at the idea of punishment, as if it were a child’s tale, something that would never touch us.
But then came the first losses: broken bones, lucky escapes, a friend who died for nothing. We hurt others too—burned skin, shattered hearts—yours, mine, it didn’t matter. Then time buried us under layers of dead leaves. We started looking back, wondering if we could still reel in the string of that kite we had once let fly so thoughtlessly.
But the sun does not forgive. We watched it burn, its ashes vanishing into the sky. We wanted to catch it, but our hands no longer moved with the same urgency. So we just stood there, watching, unsure whether to mourn it or accept that it had always been meant to burn.
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