Their worlds were different, but that didn’t change the weight each of them carried. Jonas carried his bike. The bike carried him, but it also carried his emotions; grief, happiness, excitement, fear. His love for Gabe and the Giver, perhaps for red-haired Fiona, dedication, and lots of uncertainty. He carried colors. He was the only one there to carry colors; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. He alone carried these shades in his world of monochrome and faded hues. He carried mystery, pain, secrets, and aloneness. He carried spring, summer, fall, and winter, along with a guilt that nobody knew about this unknown beauty of the world, except Jonas and the Giver. Jonas carried the memories of snow, sledding, and sunshine. Sunburn and sled crash. A birthday party, Christmas morning, and grandparents. He carried a special gift, allowing himself to see beyond what one can see with their eyes.
Walking sticks. Kira carried walking sticks, dragging her lame leg. Instead of carrying reticence and insecurity, she carried courage and imagination. She carried a gift for weaving. She carried an enormous talent, huge enough to work on the Singer’s robe under the Council’s control of creativity. She carried needles, fabrics, and threads of every shade, except one; Blue. Often she carried memories of her mom. Her loving mother, Katrina. Her sweet mother, no longer beside Kira.
Like Seer, like Trademaster, Matty also carried a name. Healer, yet he never knew it before his death. He carried a secret desire for the gaming machine, a pretty girl, and a name he wanted to be called; Messenger. He carried the forest’s favoritism, like a magic-pass. Matty carried selflessness, compassion, and kindness, it never lost its warm color. He carried a gift for healing and fixing up broken beings. He carried Frolic, in his arms, around his feet, the puppy carried his love.
Claire carried youth. Glowing red-gold curls, strong and firm limbs, tall and slender body. But only on the inside did she carry these. She carried coarse gray hair, bumpy blue veins on her wrinkled hands, and a bent back getting closer and closer to the ground. She carried the sorrow of loss. She carried a scar on her stomach, a scar painlessly sealed but painfully recalled. Claire once carried a bizarre name, Water Claire. Claire once carried Gabe inside her, she then carried a hopeless gaze towards him.
They carried all they could bear, including a silent awe for what the things they carried brought them at the end.
