01. Rainbow
Red was the color of my mother's dress after listening to the pastor's preach, telling her how much I wanted to go to the beach. She tells me, "When the summer comes, I'll bring you there." I smile to myself, not knowing she'll soon be in my every prayer.
Orange was the color of the sky when I went home from school, excited to tell my mother about the boy I saw in the vestibule. She greets me with a smile, with a bruise on her cheek. That's when, for the first time, my heart felt weak.
Yellow was the color of my dress when I dipped my feet in the water, coldness met me as I greeted it with laughter. Youth was as colorful as the hues in the sky, seeing the waves come and go as the days went by.
Green was the color of the grass when I saw the boy again. I approached him, saying that I knew him from a friend. That was a lie, but he never knew. He told me, "I'd like to get to know you."
Blue was the color of his shirt when I went to confess to him. I told him, "I like you, I guess." My lips parted when he smiled, my heart beating fast, anticipating what happens next. But he just tells me, "I also like you. Have you seen my text?"
Indigo was the color of my phone case when I opened my phone, shocked by what I saw. I looked around to see if I was alone. I squealed with my heart, releasing all the butterflies that I had suppressed, then ran home to see tears in my aunt's eyes.
Violet was the color of my mother's dress, my body numb as I preached as my mother laid to rest. I never knew such pain could feel this great, and I have to blame my father who changed my fate.
White was the color of my handbag when I went to my new college. Lonely it seems, but at least I have my beloved. I opened my door to greet the only love I know, only for you to tell me that you need to go.
Black was the color of my eyes when I saw you there, dancing with a woman I had seen somewhere. She was all too familiar, and I thought I was a fool to love you immediately when I saw you in school.
The rainbow in my heart faded. All I felt was burning flames in dread. I knew I'd never love again. I was filled with charcoals since then.
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