6:55 Wednesday Morning They flopped out into the lawn like fish tossed back into water for being too small. They were too small for society. the lawn was green and lush from the thunderstorm that very morning, but now the clouds were less grey and the sun was beginning to shine through in places. She wore black, he wore orange. They had comfortably been lying in the shade of the clouds, watching as rifts and tears were created and sealed in the mass of white. When the sun poked through, everything got hot very fast. "I shouldn't have worn black," she said. In a week's time, they'll part ways and never see each other again. That's the beauty of graduation.