The Art Of Dying

VI. Colours

I surrendered my thoughts in your lap. The only place I ever found solace in. And it's so drastically beautiful how you chose to act indifferent.

How you acted I was a thorn when I was always your petal.
I'm the grain of sand on a Sahara desert if I love you.
But I can turn into rain, once you decide not to.

~ Colours ~ ...

The weather was changing colours of everything. Zoe plucked a leaf out from the bushes of her house, and watched. A vague line seperated the green from the yellow and she started wondering if Everett felt the same. He was throwing pebbles in Zoe's pond at a distance. His face looked shattered. Her gaze fell back on the leaf, and then back on Everett.

What would have she done if she could reverse the time?

So it lapses 12 hours back when Zoe invited Sean to her house, to make amends for her attitude at the day in school. She took him to her room quietly, still not sure as to what she wanted.

Everett on the other hand halted in front of Zoe's room when she shut the door, understanding she wanted her privacy. But what would be my purpose if I give her privacy? He thought, dejected. Still, he slumped back against the cold door, just intent on listening for any red signs.
Half an hour or so passed when Everett heard Sean laugh, like a knight claiming victory. He frowned, his hands itching on the door knob but something still held him back.

Everett slipped away, keeping a rational distance from the door and himself. An hour of idly pacing around the mansion, he found his way back to Zoe's room and inside it. What he saw inside left him astonished, and frozen in his tracks. Respectfully, he lowered his gaze and left the room without a word to a wide-eyed Zoe.

She knew exactly what Everett must be thinking. A part of her just died inside at the thought of him leaving so quietly. But then she shook her head to brush the thought away, it's my life afterall. I can do whatever I want, without wanting to feel guilt about it. She tucked the blanket closer to her cold, tired body, as she untangled herself from Sean's naked body.

And so she fell asleep.

Sean was already gone way before Zoe opened her eyes; and that too without a note. She got up, ignoring the searing pain between her legs and dressed herself to go look for Everett.
She limped around in her garden until her eyes fell upon a non-chalant looking Everett besides the pond, with his dishevelled hair and ever the black ensemble. She thought about if she should offer him for spare clothes.

But how could she initiate any conversation with him after last night?

So she sat down at a distance from him, focusing her gaze on the leaves of the bushes instead; though her mind was still between Sean and Everett.

"I visited my house last night." Everett broke the silence, without sparing a glance at Zoe. "For the first time in my life, that seemed a better place to be."

Ouch. Zoe felt like she had been shot in her chest.

"But I was wrong. That place still sucks."

"Did you go inside?"

Everett looked at her for the first time, and controlled himself to draw in a breath. "No." His eyes still lingered on her for a moment before he looked away.

He threw the last pebble in the pond with more force than before, and stood up immediately. Zoe followed suit, carefully measuring her steps to where he was standing. Why was she following him like some sort of maid, she had no idea.

"Inside, I want you to go with me."

Zoe's footsteps froze, her eyes wide in shock. He uttered those words like saying 'have a nice day'.
So simple. Light as a feather on his tongue, as if they were supposed to be the same to hear.