I ran out of the room, like I'd never smoked a cigarette, like i ran with Takumi on Barn Night, across thedorm circleto his room, but he was gone. His bunk was bare vinyl; his desk empty; an outline of dust where his stereo had been. He was gone, and i didnt have time to tell him what i had realized.  It was that I forgave him, she forgave us and that we had to forgive to survive the labyrinth.  There were so many of us that would have to live with things done and things left unsaid, but the thing is that unless you forgive someone you will always have to suffer in your own labyrinth.  The labyrinth that you created for yourself.  If only we could see the endless string of consequences that happen from our smallest actions.  The truth is that we wont know better untill better is usless.