The sky is red, the sunset falling over us. We continue to walk until she comes to an abrupt stop.
As I look up, her piercing eyes hold me, read me, speak to me. The slightest hint of what I think is a smile can be found on her finely shaped lips.
Until I see a tear fall delicately from her eye. It traces her cheek gently, and she makes no move to brush it away. I resist the urge to kiss it gone, to tell her that this isn't permanent. That she'll be okay.
Her lip trembles slightly.
"I'm sorry, Grace," I murmur softly. "I'm sorry that this had to happen to you."
It is at this moment that all of Grace's resolve breaks. Her chest heaves as a strangled sob makes its way out of her.
"I l-loved him, Vee," she whispers, her words uneven and frail. "Did he not love me?"
"He doesn't deserve you," I say resolutely. "If he can't see how amazing you are, you're better off without him."
The pain is a searing, blinding red as I watch Grace helplessly, unable to take it away from her, make it better.
I put my arms around her, and she rests her head on my shoulder. We stay like this for a while.
You deserve everything in the world, Grace, and you don't need a guy to give it to you.
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Colors of the Rainbow
RandomA simple story about the colors of the rainbow. I swear it's not as boring as it sounds.
