Love Is The Color Green

4

'Now, now don't be selfish Amare,  give me a name,' he said, and I thought about it.

As if chaos itself had witnessed our union. The rain stopped, and the clouds parted for the first time in roughly a month. I could see now how the color in his eyes shifted and danced as the light got brighter.

He had lovely green eyes. Not striking. Not enchanting. No, they were soft, tender, the type of eyes that made your tummy warm, and your spine tingle.

The sun on his skin took my breath away. His hair which I had presumed black had a green tint to it.

'Would you look at that, even the gods are curious to see what you'll call me,' he commented and I chuckled.

It was sad, but unlike other background characters, I had missed the lottery on having parents with a long life span.

Unlike the heroine,  I had therapy instead of a dashing noble to help me back on my feet at my darkest hours. No one stopped to notice the background character grieve.

It's why I always walked in the rain. Sometimes, one got tired of how loud silence could be.

This strange man felt like a breath of fresh air to me. He was bright,  strange, an anomaly like the sunflowers I had bought.

'Sunshine,' I said with a smile. It simply felt right as it rolled off my tongue. He gave me another beaming smile, and warmth filled my body.

I was hoping for butterflies and intense heart palpations so I could heed my mother's warning and flee from evil. Yet there I sat, now warming up in the rare sunlight while a perfect stranger sat quietly next to me in a comfortable silence.

After some time, Sunshine stood up and stretched. When he wasn't curling himself up. You could tell his build wasn't a joke. Naturally, how could the love interest not have an alluring body?

It was nearly blasphemy.

I'd wash my eyes with holy water a thousand times if it meant that I could keep the sight of his damp shirt rising sinfully as he stretched, committed perfectly to memory.

'Oh, by the way, I need to find a nearby family owned supermarket,  I have someone waiting for me,' he said.

'Do you mean Johla's?' I asked, and his eyes shifted to me.

Questioning.

I wonder if this was how stars felt when they died.

Ah. Of course. I didn't know him at all. I had done nothing to be deserving of his trust.

He was wiser than me, yet I knew I'd regret it if I didn't milk my chance at being around him more.

'I live in this area, I'm actually a regular. Other than Johla's, then it'll be Willow,' I explained, and his expression relaxed.

'Yeah, could you give me directions to Johla's?' he asked. I offered to show him the way personally. He smiled, but it seemed strained this time.

Ah. A whim.

A moment.

Maybe I was making him uncomfortable.

My Sunshine. What a fleeting,  romanticized notion. It couldn't be possible. I knew it. I understood it.

Didn't someone flirt best with someone they had no romantic attraction to? I read it online somewhere.

After all, dead gods never resurrected. It was unheard of.

Nonsense like warmth, sparks, and soul mates had all become pipe dreams when creation had become disconnected from their gods.

Yet I missed the meeting that had discussed how easily one's heart could be stolen when they weren't on guard.

Wasn't it incredible how, one moment you could swear you'd perfected floating without magic or the gift of flight, then the next you realized that Mob C would simply be that. Background filler to quietly pine after a main character if they desired.

It was simple.

Boring.

Forgettable.

My first love's name was Sunshine.

A stranger stole my heart on a mere whim and dear me. Even if it was for a moment, the illusion of warmth had saved me when I had failed to realize that I had been drowning.

Mob C had been shown the light. Thus, the main protagonist could move on with his quest.