I first heard her voice during summer, and I thought, Oh, it fits the season perfectly.
Pale yellow.
The colour of sunlight, butterfly wings, primroses and laughter. She heavily contradicts Nine's stoic, icy blue voice. I find it fascinating. From the relentless greys, blacks and whites I always see, she is a splash of sunshine in my life.
And like the plea of that old song, I would appreciate it very much, if they do not take her away.
Her voice is warm, but her eyes show me otherwise. She stares, with a certain longing. And sadness. I want to keep her. So much.
But I can't. Mustn't.
Our brains are designed to cunningly think and destroy. Not to care. Not to live. Not to love.
I want to keep her, but not now. Maybe in another lifetime. Or in another parallel universe. If it ever existed. Oh, if only.