I now see him everywhere.
I keep walking past him on the sidewalk to work. That's it.
Yet every time I close my eyes, I see his light blue orbs behind my eyelids. I keep seeing the way excitement and eagerness swarmed in his eyes, but then morphed into sadness and confusion. I keep replaying that whole night in my head. Every time I remember my name rolling off of his tongue, just makes me cringe.
I hate Blue.
He ruined the only fucking thing I loved. Tippy. He ruined Tippy. He ruined the name my brother gave me when I was only four. Every single time he said it, I just wanted to rip my hair from my head.
And he ruined the color blue for me.
He ruined everything.
And I hate him for it.
