4.

Graduate. The purple lines fell for the first time in the left side, and a purple cloud appeared in the skies, while purple tears came out of them. The next second, and all the ones before it remain as a silence too painfull to appreciate, or too beautiful to not regret going back.
The touch finally came out, the hands shacking catched breaths that were sacred. A balloon sneaked under the table, and I was watching as the wales don't watch the fish they swallow. Was pure, was real.

I just wanted to scream and end up smiling. In the end, I understand that the end would never come. Never will.