The color of the shirt she is wearing when you first met her. The color of her cheeks as you compliment her. The color of her dress as you dance with her, the fabric moving along with her hips. Her lips as you debate kissing her or not. The color of the flame that dances between the logs in front of you, her eyes watching the stars, yours watching her. It is the color her fingerprints leave behind as she trails patterns against your skin. The color of her heart as it beats for you. The color of the wound in her stomach as she bleeds out. The color you see as you glare at car speeding off the people who did this to her inside, as your unable to do anything. The color of the rose you throw onto her casket as it is lowered into the dirt, your heart buried with her. The color on your wrists as you follow after her unable to live without her light.
inspired by a quote I got from the book of Achilles it legit stole my heart and killed me but yeah
Quote-
perhaps it is a greater grief yet to be left on earth as another is gone. -M. Miller
