She was beautiful. Her limp body danced and swayed and waltzed in the blue, as if she was dancing with the water all around her. I looked and I looked and I drowned and I drowned as the water curled like smoke between my lungs, and tugged the air away. I imagined there were ballerinas in my chest, pulling the breath from my lungs like silk; two lovers dancing over my still, dying heart.
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The Colour Blue.
ContoThe Colour Blue is an original story by myself, Jayden:) The colour blue is written in the first person, as the diary of a girl who died in a fatal car crash, caused by her mother. This story is short, but packed with twists and turns that makes th...
