"Jack, I swear…"
The theater was silent, accompanied by the sorrowful yet bright guitar music, Ennis, his temples graying, gazed at a set of clothes hanging on the wardrobe door. His plaid shirt was draped over Jack's denim jacket, a beautiful and aged postcard pinned to the top right. Ennis silently did up the buttons of the cowboy jacket, his eyes brimming with tears, his nose reddening, as he pressed his lips together to hold back sobs and whispered softly.
The seats, hardly any empty, were enveloped in an indescribable melancholy. A wave of emotion surged silently through the audience, a mixture of being moved, helpless, sad, heartbroken, and pained. Why did Ennis, the quiet and reticent, speak these words only after the active and optimistic Jack had passed away?
