"it was a foggy day, but he could still see her through the vapor."
blue tinted the air, his finger pulling the trigger on the machine again, the thick indigo smog covering his sight once again. it was today, in all of it's fogginess , that the anniversary of infatuation for the girl turned into love and affection.
it was also the day the girl left him sitting alone outside the movie theatre. he vowed to never love anyone else as much as he loved her. today was he day of Aire Azules.
today was the day the boy went town to town with his blue mask and pulled the trigger of the machine on top of abandoned buildings, in empty parking lots, in forests, etc.
it was a foggy day, but he could still see her through all the vapor. it was blowing in his eyes as the birds cawed and screamed. then, the world fell silent. the girl was no higher than his elbow, yet there was a familiarity in her eyes that chilled the boy to the core.
in the span of five seconds, his mask did nothing to hide his guilt and regret. the light fog turned heavy with pigmented maroon and golden sparks and flashes.
"Diablo Azules."
The Blue Devil
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