Gray. Was gray the color, the word she was looking for? Blurred. Maybe. Everything seemed uncertain, unclear. Clouded, blurred. Blurry. Cold, scary and then finally empty. So different, from what things were before, from how things used to be. But not unknown, it'd happened before. The way things were before. Before, before, it's familiar, in a scary way. Because she didn't want to remember. It was bad, bad blurred, cold, empty. She'd been there before. She told herself, she said, she said, “I'll never go back. I'll never relive that.”
But it happened. She got out, and then just fell back in. It happened so quickly- summer was over. She fell into winter. Fell down, gone. And that was that.
