"good morning, blue."
it had become a thing through the restless nights,
the nights in which ryker had to hold her. had to stroke his olive-toned hand through her hair and calm her during a nightmare.
a nightmare in which she recalled her reality.
he'd resorted to calling her blue, her hair seemingly iridescent as the dye faded and her roots grew out. through the numerous washes with a cheap bottle of shampoo that ryker had been using for god knows how long, her hair had developed a gray-tint.
it was too similar to her previous lover.
too similar so later on that night, she'd requested black dye.
it traced back to her roots, her natural sooty-colored locks.
and her hair was rid of him.
she was rid of his presence but not his memory.
"you look... absolutely stunning."
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
