Every Sunsets

Crimson Red

"Loving him was red, burning RED." -Taylor Swift

   Red, crimson red. The sky was adorned with this kind of color and it calmed the unsettling nerves. As the clock read 5:25 pm, few dots of stars glimmered across the sky.

   Contrasting the warmth I felt in the grainy sands was the chilling sea foam. Its bubbles slipped through my feet every now and then.

   As I took in the red sunset and organized my angles, I kept on remembering your promise the previous day. A promise that you would paint me your own sunset. Also that you would prove to me it's more than just colors scattered across the sky.

   I had a mixed feeling when you took on your promise. Would your masterpiece be better-looking compared to the shots I have started to compile?

   What did you mean when you said it was more than just the colors? Would you include the stars? Or even the city lights lining up along the busy streets?

   Not once in my existence did the sky fail to intrigue me. Even during a stormy afternoon, apart from all the gray, the sun is behind waiting and peaking some of its light letting me know it would still shine despite of the dark and dull curtain of clouds concealing it.

   Then I saw you. You strided towards me with a slight smirk plastered on your face. The mischievous expression only showed your dimples that enhanced the structure of your cheeks.

   You were holding something big and rectangular behind your back. I assumed that was your promise. The long-awaited promise that it even got me anticipating.

   You held out the canvas to me with a matching smile and glinting eyes.

   In the whole sixteen years that I had existed, the sky would always flash me remarkable sunsets.

   Sadly, those sunsets I have already witnessed suddenly appeared dull and insipid as I looked at your own sunset.

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