The laughter of students echoed within the open field.
The place, beautifully decorated with different ornaments, shined, giving a positive attitude to everyone.
Even after all that happened to them, the students still tried to be happy, some making new friends, some missing the old ones.
And within hundreds of them, a single boy stood alone on the side.
With a simple hoodie and jeans, he remained the oddity, different from all around him.
Aimar drank the wine arranged for the students without looking around.
His blank gaze stayed on the glass of wine in his hand.
A lot has happened to him, a lot has changed in him.
He does remember when he last laughed, when he was last happy, when he was... himself.
But the loss of one single person took everything away.
And now, nothing gives him the happiness he always took for granted.
Like how he always thought Oliver would be with him until the end.
"Aimar."
