Blue hair. That was the first thing I saw. A swish of blue, a skitter of feet, the clink of metal. That was all I saw before it registered. If I had to describe you in any one way, it would be blue.
Then comes the brown. The laughter, a sick twist on beauty, trickling out of their mouths as if it were something worth laughing at. Wet guck stained your blue. Turning it brown, inch by inch. But you just took it, you took the brown with your head held high because you knew it would wash. And nothing made me angrier.
Red. Red like never before. It overcame me then, so dark it was almost black. But your blue held me back, blue in the form of white, dripping with fake gold. But it was enough to bring me to a simmering pink. However lilting it was, I still left them with a mark of us, of blue waltzing with black. With that the white disappeared, creasing at the edges, but deep down there was a yellow ; hidden to everyone but me.
Over time you remained blue. But the gold still dripped, albeit hidden. The yellow grew, more apparent than ever. With it you completed me, with a painting of a dying sun. The colours, more vibrant than ever, were mixing and mingling ; making up for their years apart. A fiery red, calmed to a cool pink melted into steel.
But that's what happens when you mix too many colours, eventually there are no colours at all. Just ghosts of what was and what could have been, lingering in the hallways of the white apartment building. From strangers to friends, from friends to lovers, all the way back to strangers again. Our colours mixed but we had to separate to stay whole.
You said goodbye that night, leaving a white apartment building with your yellow shoes and blue hair. You left me standing with silver running down my face while yours was white and dripping gold. And I finally understood why you always smiled like you were about to cry.
