Tracy: Re START

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The red glow of the digital clock, reading 5:12 pm.

The faint blue glow of my laptop.

The orange glow of the sunset outside the penthouse.

But all I see here in my world is black.

"Vanadis!"

Someone must have turned off all my colours when she disappeared.

Tap, tap, tap.

Click.

Beep.

The only sounds I must be focused on to distract myself from my screaming thoughts.

But this time, the report I was supposed to edit was about the rare creatures found in the ocean.

It didn't help that the first image I saw was her. Her lifeless body, sprawled on the ocean floor.

Why? Why can't I move on and forget about her? Why won't I just let her go? And why won't I just start my life over and over until I'm content..

..no.

No, no, no, this isn't what I'm supposed to be thinking.

I rubbed my sore eyes, put my tortoiseshell glasses back on and continued to type, but the small Arial font morphed into a mess of black dots and speckles, the Shutterstock images now a foggy blur.

The more I thought of my Vanadis, the more everything else in the surroundings plummeted into the ocean just like her.

The red glow of the digital clock, reading 7:43 pm.

The faint blue glow of my laptop.

The purple glow of the dark sky outside the penthouse.

But all I see here in my world, is still black.

"Vanadis!"

Someone must have turned off all my colours when she disappeared.

And I'm willing to turn them back on without her.

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