Cerulean Rose

"She never looked nice. She looked like art; and art isn't supposed to look nice. It's supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell
That's what Cerulean was, really. Art. That blue-ish haze that hags off the edges of frost in autumn. The pale edgy blue that turns people's lips from red to violet. The violent cerulean color of a wave just before it crashes. That's what Cerulean was. Blue.