He sat in bed, staring at her picture in his hand. Her cyan hair and eyes glowed with her smile. The hair gently laid on her shoulders, the tips ever so slightly curling upwards, as if directing him back to her face. Leading him back to her beautiful eyes.
He still remembers their time together. When they were fighting for what they believed in.
The clash of metal rang through the room as their weapons clashed. He held his sword strong, blocking her spear as she began closing the gap. Her eyes were on him while she grinned from ear to ear. Towering over him by over a foot in height, he could feel the power over him, both physically and emotionally.
He loved it.
He loved her.
Unable to hold back his joy, he felt his face smile back as he thrusted his sword with all his might, throwing her backward. She slide back in a twirling motion, one long leg extended as if she were dancing. Her hair swirled around her beautifully. The shards of her now shattered crystal spear glow around her as they fly through the air.
She was gorgeous. She was everything he ever could have wanted. No one else could understand him as she could.
Every time one of her Lights was assaulted or mistreated by Red or Green's court, she would always be there to step in and make it better for them. No one else would stand up to Magenta or Yellow except her... and she helped him when followed her lead.
The vivid memory of their introductions plays to him every day. And now it's playing again. And again. And Again. Taunting him with what used to be.
He remembers the soft bed and cotton blanket over him as he waited in the tent, wounds aching from his fight. The burns on his face from Magenta's attacks. The ripped, cauterized flesh still burning from Yellow's whip.
When Cyan entered, her look of sheer worry and compassion confused him. He could feel a strange sensation within him but he didn't know what it was. It was scary and exhilarating. It was as lovely as it was addicting.
No one could doubt her importance. Her uniform wouldn't allow for a poor first impression. While the other Lights in Blue's Court wore a simple yet pretty uniform, Cyan's was gorgeous. Her sky blue cape strung together with cyan jewels flowed behind her as she walked. Her body was framed perfectly in her pacific blue leotard and sapphire leggings while her long white gloves and high royal blue boots accented her with a regal touch.
And even with her status, she cared about him from the very start. She admired his courage and strength, even loving the way his hair would ignite during fights when other Lights would insult him for it.
She loved him... until it all changed.
Now he's alone. She abandoned him when he needed her most. He can still feel the overwhelming pain that fought to burst out of his chest when she betrayed him.
However, the pain blurs the memory. Was there fire around him? What led to him kneeling on the floor, screaming out for her to stay. Screaming that he needs her. Unable to know if it was rain or just tears racing down his face, leaving a hot streak behind. The pain swelled and swelled until-
"Pink,"
He's snapped back to the present. His cheeks were now burned by the tears. He raised his head to see a man with light blue hair and eyes leaning in the door frame.
"Do you need more time?" He asked, coldly. Despite the harsh tone, Pink could see the man smiling.
"No," he responded. "We need to get going."
"You can handle this, right?"
"Yeah," Pink said. He got out of the bed and looked at the picture one last time. A swirl of emotions filled his mind until only one was left. His grip tightened as small pink flames grew from under his fingers, consuming the picture.
"You brought this on yourself,"
