The sheets were cream and the sky was grey.
The open window let the damp morning in to the room, swirling colors with the breeze. But all was silent.
The water was warm. The drops fall off of skin and cascade to the stream below where they are taken away again. But there is no sounds as they splash to the bottom reflecting light off of every surface.
She loves the outdoors.
Green is everywhere. Colors drift off colors and make up every whole around. Everything is gentle. And she feels happy, cozy, and free.
She loves the sun.
It’s warm and bright.
She stays until the moon comes out. It smiles down at her and the sky turns inky.
But she then has to leave.
It goes like this all the time, every day and every night.
Everything is silent.
But through violet eyes everything is something to feel and know inside.
She sits down on her bench. It is too cold for her liking but she stays. Her skin warms it up.
This is when she sees the boy. He smiles and waves and she does the same.
He sits next to her and makes motions with his hands for her to try and understand. She usually doesn’t but she laughs and encourages him on anyways.
He’s the only one who has ever tried.
She is sad when he leaves but he smiles and that makes it okay.
The boy comes back again and he is black and blue.
Black and blue compared to pale peach. She wonders why.
But she doesn’t ask, he seems upset.
Today he brought something with him. It’s cream and thick with black ink. Something to communicate.
He seems to lighten up when he sees her face and makes strokes along the parchment, filling in the lines of space.
And she feels wanted, warm, and joy.
She continues to see the boy with her violet eyes. She has defined everything about him and imagines what he sounds like as well. He comes and goes that black and blue boy. Sometimes it’s worse and sometimes it’s better.
The garden is their hiding place. It is their sanctuary.
One day he stays until the moon has risen and everything turns dark. They lie down and watch the stars on the cold, dewy grass.
Don’t you love the stars, He writes?
Yes. She writes back.
Me too. They remind me of me and you.
Why?
Because we’re special in our own ways, and we shine because of that. It’s like stars, because every star is special and different.
They stopped writing after that and she felt peace, calm, and love.
He didn’t come back for a while after that and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t until the place turned white and brisk and cold that he came again.
The black and blue was worse.
She felt his hurt and she hugged his body to her and wound her arms around him so tight.
She felt him shaking, and she felt his tears. She felt the world crushing down.
They stayed like that for a long time and he finally pulled away.
He tried to look strong but it was only a façade.
He smiled at her. And then brought her to him closer and closer until they were only breaths away. And then he mouthed three words that she clearly understood and pressed warm lips to hers.
And she felt everything in the world all at once and nothing all at the same time.
Then he left with a wave. And she had an aching in her heart. Because it felt like he would never come back.
Years passed and the boy never returned.
She grew old and wary in her garden and still sat under her tree. With the heart scratched in it from ages ago with her name and that boys who she had always loved.
She had never loved after that boy and she never felt the feelings she felt.
Her grey hair and wrinkly violet eyes held her figure as she looked over to the gate that he would walk out of. She still waited everyday even when she learned he had passed.
His death was only days after their last meeting but she didn’t know until recently. It was the black and blue that she now knew.
She looked up at the sky and saw the sun. She had always loved the sun. She knew it was time and she carefully closed her eyes. She felt sad and happy all at the same time.
It was all clouds and gold that shimmered everywhere. It was colors that reflected over everything. It was magic.
But then she turned and saw the outline of a boy and she heard him call her name.
