The color blue fades away into grey.'You go back to her, and I go back to black.'- Amy Winehouse
Even that bright pretty shade, can become dull grey, lifeless, devoid of color. Like someone sucked the vitality out of it.
The sky is a dull grey right now. The sky in her world. Out side the sky is a midnight blue.
Butterflies died. Kohl spread from big brown eyes, and down caramel cheeks. The light went out those eyes.
Doors banged shut. Silence crept in.
The curtains fluttered. The still hot night, holding her secrets. Light footsteps somewhere nearby.
She walked silently to her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
It wasn't blue anymore, there's no color left behind. It was grey everywhere she looked. Life, had lost the color, she'd been promised it would have.
Even when the sun came out, the shades that had once made her smile, were lost. The faith she had in life, died. She'd live, exist, purely because, she doesn't know better. But, what use is such a life?
She draped on a scarf, to hide her tears, and walked out to face the world.
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