Throwback: The Tears of the Sinning Unseen by the Evil Righteous

Dreams strewn across the carpet of the wronged boy's pride. A few minutes in Time that can never be turned back. It's the close, something very final. 

Throwback: Written July 12, 2020

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Something happened...

A silent upheaval that nobody seems to have noticed. A void where there should be a voice. The world inside our little campus is on mute. The crash of Something falling and hitting the ground, and breaking into a million little pieces, has gone unheard.

Inside four hundred-odd worlds randomly revolving around our campus, something stirs and tries to make itself heard. But the words are lost before they come. 

I dare to ask myself, was it worth it? Against all that is considered right, I dare to take the other stand, and let tears fall onto the unmoving soil. 

I side with the one who has wronged, with a man I have never met. Someone I will probably never meet. 

Anger seethes within him. Righteous anger at his wounded pride, the blow to his dignity. He thinks of the way he was demeaned, and he cusses out the one responsible. He doesn't take shit from anyone. 

But I wonder whether a few minutes of injured dignity can be equalled to someone else's life. A future. Dreams strewn across the carpet of the wronged boy's pride. A few minutes in Time that can never be turned back. It's the close, something very final. 

And yet, across the campus, nothing has changed except for the squirrel that leaps from tree to tree, and the dogs that run around tirelessly in the hope of scrounging leftovers. 

Nothing has changed except nobody mentions the R-word as a joke anymore. No emotion flashes across the faces of those who are enshrined in pictures with their arms around someone who has disappeared from these walks and from their lives for good. 

Nothing has changed except for the queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I replay in my head, over and over again, scenes I did not see. Scenes witnessed by only the sombre walls, the grass that humbly bows below everybody's feet alike. The whispers of the dark green conifers carry over all of campus. 

They whisper to each other the secrets of the college, the whispered words of every student, the dreams, the tears, the sighs. No betrayal from these; they stand steadfast and guard with their hearts and souls the essence of this sacred campus: Us, the children, the dreams of tomorrow.