The Figurative Trash

"Teal"

Teal, the color of the sea, a pretty gemstone, a blooming flower, and the color of the person's eyes who killed me.
I guess the beautiful color in the cold irises caught my attention despite what occurred in that unfortunate moment. I couldn't even tell the gender, age, or height of my murderer, yet I can only tell you how their irises had shone in the moonlight.
My death was unexpected, however I think I wouldn't have it any other way. There was no pain as the world went dark, so they had killed me instantly. Was there a reason I was targeted?
Honestly speaking, no, I was a normal kid with a boring background. I mean, unless they hated my obnoxiously colored hair and fashion choice, I see no other reason. It's not as if I would be able to discern their reason right off the bat. I'm not in this person's shoes, after all.
Now I'm stuck in the dark...The unforeseeable void of a empty feeling abyss. Waiting to see where I'll inevitably end up going. But as of now what I can tell you is that my favorite color is Teal.