Dignity, Honor, Truth

The heart felt emotions absorbed the surrounding trivial sounds, allowing those which were significant to echo into memory. His foot steps were crisp, however grew soft as the distance continued to become greater. Salt rivers flowed near his freshly shinned leather shoes, and all had turned bittersweet. His parents had argued with him for months on his decision, but it was his choice not theirs. The thought of how horrific the timming had been brought a chill down the mothers spine, and yet still she knew her son\\\\\\\'s decision was heroic. There was no \\\\\\\"good bye\\\\\\\", though they knew he would never return, no, not during times like these. But rather only a smile that quivered, telling them he would never forget that lifestyle they had given him, a lifestyle he had the privilege to truly call his own. One which had that subtle special feeling, that feeling of comfort, that feeling as if everything thing in your life was \\\\\\\"OK\\\\\\\". It was that synthetic feeling of warmth, not a burning sensation that a fire would give off but rather that feeling you get while putting on fresh socks that just came out of the drier on a cold February morning. Or perhaps even that feeling you get as a child during the holidays while wearing that infamous sweater from grandma. Its that special feeling that makes you feel immortal all the while, and he left it, to do what he thought was right, he became mortal for the first time in his life...
He stepped onto the bus with his bag in one hand and a tear in the other. He quickly turned the corner while starring at the rubber mat that lined the floor, then hesitantly looked up for one last time while bitting his upper lip. Though his vision was now blurry, his eyes locked with theirs, it lasted all but 3 seconds, he slowly closed them, and dropped his head back down, he couldn\\\\\\\'t take it. He sat down in row seven, he picked the window seat, though he did not dare look out of it. \\\\\\\"This was it, no turning back\\\\\\\" he thought. His head in his lap, his eyes closed. A tear, as if he had entered a surreal like state were time was nothing more than a word, slapped the floor. He folded his hands, and mumbled what seemed to be prayer. He raised his head and rested it against the cool window, closed his eyes, and gave a deep sigh, he slept through the whole bus ride.