Some goodbyes weren't about losing someone.
They were about believing they would carry something beautiful wherever they went.
Friday afternoon arrived beneath a sky washed with soft autumn light.
The school grounds felt quieter than usual.
Classes had ended early.
Blankets had been spread beneath the old oak tree.
The First Chapter Bench overlooked the small picnic everyone had organized.
Books rested beside paper plates.
Jason had somehow brought enough snacks for twice the number of people present.
Ryan looked at the overflowing bags.
"You packed for an army."
Jason shrugged.
"I packed for emotions."
Emily smiled.
"That's surprisingly accurate."
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The reason for the picnic sat quietly among them.
Ryan had been accepted into a prestigious summer academic program severa
