"chuuya."

xxvii.

dear chuuya,

the second i caught sight of you, i thought i would cry.

you were like a firework on a rainy day, an oil painting in the museum of sadness we were forced to walk through, a burst of colour after the world's end.

when i looked into your eyes, i saw the insides of my soul, turned inside out in your blue seas. the ugly, marred insides, the utter rawness of emotion, the visceral grief clawing at both of us.

something that was only human.