I pulled away quickly and slapped her arm harshly, "ouch what was that for?" She asked, "what the hell is your problem, I'm not into three ways or whatever you and Billie want to involve me in" I said removing the blanket from my body. "Relax okay, let's just ignore it" she said but as she said that she scooted towards me and I scooted further away until my body fell off the bed and landed on Billies. She groaned a bit but continued to sleep. This girl could sleep through a zombie apocalypse. I pulled her blanket and got under it with her until I could feel her warmth against my body. Her warmth radiated a beautiful blue and it made my red blare like it was trying to be noticed. Her warmth and color made me feel guilty, really guilty.
It was 3am and I still could not get to sleep, the guilt was eating me alive, it was a color filling the room making it a scary dark room. I suddenly felt Billies hand on my head and this is what she did every time I couldn't get to sleep. I relaxed into it and the guilt stopped for a moment. The guilt of hurting her. So the next morning when I woke up I'm her arms and the bed empty the guilt hit me even harder. Enough to stop my breathing. Enough to have me gasping for air like I was drowning. Enough to make her skin feel like it was burning on me. Even if what occurred wasn't my fault, I couldn't hurt her. I missed home, I missed my family and friends, I missed the beautiful walls that watched me fall for Billie. I missed it all.
Remember when I said we both turned red? This is mine but when is hers? What deeper shit happens to make her red? What fucked up world it is to discolor us and make us red. Love is uncontrollable, but what if I colored her a different shade that day? I'll let you figure out my mistakes.
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The Color Blue
FanfictionI like to believe that the stars aligned when we loved each other because she was red, I was grey and our love was the color blue.
