The Colour of Sadness

lilac

I can't remember her name anymore.

It was a beautiful name, beautiful but fragile - though she was far from it.

She was...beyond words, indescribable, but she was far from glass, porcelain; nothing could break her.

She looked almost like a little bird, a swallow, with so much elegance and poise, but standing in front of me, her eyes glinting off the moonlight, blonde hair framing her face like a halo, sword in hand - she was a lion.

Untouchable, unattainable, but I wanted her so much.

Her eyes, her eyes, what colour were they?

I could never forget that midnight blue swirling with violet. It was a mesmerising colour, distracting, dangerous, and so poisonously entrancing.

Ah - her name, I remember now.

Lilac, lilac like those tiny flowers easily swayed by the wind.

I could never catch her, she was always out of reach, but the thing I always wanted.

Lilac eyes, a flash of gold, her sword catches my heart, and I know I'll never see her eyes again.

"You're really horrible, you know?"

"You're nothing like your name, but I guess that's what makes you more beautiful - "

"And the fact that I can't have you."

Now here I lay, dying in a field of lilacs.

Author's Note
I wrote this right after watching the Fate series, this is inspired by Saber/Arturia and Gilgamesh (Saber being lilac, Gilgamesh being the narrator, except I changed Saber's name)