It's Lovely.

Chapter : 1.2

~ There is a certain beauty
in darkness no one catches ~

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Numb.

That's exactly how Kathryn felt as she lay in her bed, a Blink-182 song igniting flames of nostalgic memories in her brain, whirling and swirling around activating her tear glands, which she tried pushing away to give in the next moment.

Sardonic humor made her laugh, irony of the situation made her laugh even more. But the laughter dulled down as she realized the reality.

He knew.

She was sure it was him. Of course it was him.

A black rose signified it as clear as a diamond.

But clarity doesn't matter.

The rose did.

She remembered the day she'd asked him about the plans he'd made for the future.

He always referred to the future as our future.

It was the day when both of them lay under the vast serene blanket of stars, just like everyday.

It was a routine fixed in their daily plans.

Every night meeting at the cliff.

Kathryn asked him, "What do you want to do when we grow up",She turned to face him, his face inches from her, ginger hair drifting with the wind and he stared across the horizon, searching for depth.

Kathryn never knew ginger head guys could look so hot!

He turned towards her a smile adorning his chapped red lips, " I'll buy a huge huge- what! Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm sorry, it's just, you do realize that you already have a huge huge bungalow, right?"

" I'll buy another, stop spilling water all over my dreams, will you? I'll buy a huge huge bungalow, like bigger than this one."

A young feeble laugh left Kathryn's lips, as she lost herself to sea blue eyes looking intently at her. She trailed a finger across his slightly crooked jaw as he continued.

" And I'll have a pretty huge ass garden prepared with thousands of black roses and black chrysanthemums, I mean, if they exist"

"I don't think they do", she murmured as her laughter floated around the vast meadow into oblivion unheard by anyone but her beloved.

"Oh well! But surely black roses"

They both laughed at his obsession with black roses, after which they lay silently, hands intertwined with pegs spread wide looking at the white dots amidst the darkness.

A while passed before she broke the comfortable silence.

" Why do like them so much?", she turned around as she sat up legs folded underneath her derrière.

His jaw clenched and for a second she felt she'd done the wrong thing asking about his past.

But then he shook his head, carrotty strands of hair falling in his which eyes pushed back gently before replying, " Black signifies dark, darkness. A place where you can get lost, not found by anyone. Alone and at peace, it's calming to think about the beauty in darkness, which consumes me, the potential and overwhelming kind of darkness, makes me see the world isn't perfect, it's beauty carved in this abstract painting of hell."