It was that time when I first held those brushes that it happened.
My life took color.
But my life took another step from being colored to vivid when I first took a glance on you.
My name is Henry.
The man whose life turned into La Vie En Rose from being La Vien En Noir.
"From living in black, turned into vivid pink." I chuckled.
You were staring at me while we were having tea in this coffee shop. I smiled. You looked pretty in anything you wear. You're wearing the violet dress I gave you. It fitted you perfectly. Your hair shone like silk under the rays of the sun. And your lips are irresistible with that pink hue you have on. Everything was perfect, but I wish.
I wish it would last longer.
You stopped talking to me when you met him.
I saw you with him going out from my room's balcony. The sky seemed gloomy. It seemed sad. The gray tones of the sky seemed like the noir colors slowly clutching me down. The sight of you with him made me shatter.
Yes, I shattered to pieces.
Heartbroken, I stopped drawing for a while.
I checked my drawing page and all the messages I received were hate mails. Some were concerned and asked for my whereabouts.
I took my shirt and dived to my bed.
I tried to sleep, but the notifications won't stop buzzing.
I sighed. I took my phone and checked it.
I stared at my last work that was made 2 weeks ago.
It was a man. A man drawn in cinematic colors of black and white. He was sitting on a chair beside his untidy bed. There were clothes that scattered from the sofa on the background. The guy was hugging his knees. There were bottles of wine, husky, champagne and Guinness on the table. Broken glasses happily massed the open space of the floor. A mass populace of glasses were scattered.
I was broken.
I stared at my phone.
Then I clicked the post button.
I typed, "La Vie En Noir."
I took my wallet and shirt from the table. I wore the shirt and fished out my shoes under the bed. I wore my shoes and tied the laces.
I locked the door and decided to go outside.
I paced the streets with my head looking down. I can see lovers everywhere. They flocked the corners of the street. I remembered it was the festival for the roses.
I sighed.
I passed down the corner and looked for a store. I spotted one flaunting their bottles of wine in the glass window. I decided to go inside.
