[✔] The Colour of Tainted Love || Junhoe

Prologue - HER

Heavy raindrops hit against the window beside him and the sound of thunder could be heard from afar. The small room was illuminated by the dim light of a few candles. We were sitting there in silence, not having anything to say to each other anymore. I studied him, mesmerised by his absorbing aura. His lackluster, black eyes looked out of the window into the gloom outside. Lightning would occasionally grant us a glimpse of the neighbourhood before everything turned pitch black again. He rested his head on top of his hand as a sigh escaped his soft lips. I wondered what he was thinking about. I had known him for so many years, yet it was impossible for me to read what was going on in that mysterious mind of his.
I closed my eyes. His handsome face, his broad shoulders, his tall figure. I could reproduce every single detail of him. The small heart-shaped mole on his neck, his beautiful eye-smile, his big, warm hands. Everything. That's how well I knew him but I still never knew what was on his mind. A faint, sad smile arrayed my face as I opened my eyes.
I looked into his dark brown eyes risking to lose myself in them. The dark colour of his iris enthralled me once again. Even after so many years, even after I had looked into them so many times, to this day I couldn't keep a clear mind around him.

He slowly opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, yet he didn't say a word.

"What is it?" I asked in a fragile, husky voice.

For a moment he only looked at me, before I finally got to hear the sound of his beautiful, deep voice.

"Let's break up."