It's finally over, they cheered happily. Parades filled the streets with bright colors and smiles. Firecrackers went off, the popping sound heard all over the city. And somewhere above, fireworks exploded, scattering stars over the velvet sky.
He doesn't join but watches from a distance, sitting on a railing with his legs daggling down. It isn't over, he would later think, but right now he sits and watches, taking it all in. How long has it been since he was just able to just sit and not think?
Tomorrow he will wake up and everything will come crashing down. He will realize the wounds (both mentally and physically) that have been inflicted. He will see the ruins of cities and lives and wonder if it was worth it. Maybe they would end up all despairing and suffering or maybe they would find the strength to somehow go on.
But not today, today he will watch the colors.
He does not want to wonder anymore.