~One Shots~

Navy Blue

Raindrops drummed on the umbrella protecting him. Navy blue; it was his favourite colour. The colour of her eyes. It was the colour she used to describe him. Cool, mature and patient. It was the colour he associated with her; tranquil, caring and sophisticated. They were both bold; daring to take a shot at a new beginning. It was the colour of their love, their future, their hope. It was a colour of their freedom, and the colour that brought them together.

Until it took a turn, and everything went mad. It was chaotic, and it had became the colour of separation. The colour of pain. It symbolises treachery and dishonesty. It became a torn banner of what they once were, and was sewn back the other way around. They were once glued together under the navy blue umbrella, and now he was left alone under the same item.

Yet, the colour was still favoured.

The deserted bus stop welcomed him as he took a seat under the shelter. Mobile vehicles zoomed in and out of sight, headlights illuminating the dark, misty surroundings. Under the dark grey skies, the suburban shops appeared less cheerful than they usually were.

The umbrella was set aside and he leaned back thoughtfully. This was where they had met. This was where the umbrella bonded them together with a navy blue ribbon that he thought could never be untied.

He pondered deeply, replaying memory after memory. He was tired of doing this. Exhausted even. It had never occurred to him that something that took the largest part of his life, the only thing that kept him going, was gone. He decided to stop. He never wanted to remember any of this ever again.

The sound of footsteps splashing into puddles through the downpour caught his attention. His eyes darted to his right, only to find a figure with a raincoat taking refuge from the heavy rain under the roof of the bus stop. Just like him. He stared at the person from his side of the bench. It was a girl, panting and heaving calming breaths after her sprint.

Her eyes were blue. Ocean blue. Like the ocean he used to bathe in with his brothers when they visited their grandma in the old days. It didn't match his umbrella. It was beautiful, drawing him closer and deeper into them. She was staring at the shop opposite them; right across the road. He could just sense how bad she wished to go there right then. The navy blue umbrella was still at the tip of his toes, still open and ready to be used.

However, he didn't want to repeat the same mistake. This was how he met his "one true love" that never was. The pleading look in her eyes, the magic word uttered from her soft lips. Her eyes were in control, and he had no choice but to escort her, with both of them under the umbrella. For the first time, there were two people under that umbrella. Now, it would never happen again.

The girl in the present swept her gaze over to him and smiled hopefully. He knew that look, and he kept his face stoned. The indifference must have hit her hard, because her smile wavered.

He picked his umbrella up, the raindrops glistening on the navy blue surface before dripping down the edge. Her face lit up. But it fell once he positioned it over himself and turned on his heels. Without looking back, he stepped out from the shelter of the bus stop, leaving the poor cold girl alone to wait for the storm to clear.