Lima

Colors never bothered him

He was trained to notice only orders

To focus only on how to complete the mission

He sees her sitting there

The shadow of the bars casting slashes on her form

For the first time

He sees color

Every bit of her stands part from the white cell

The flame of her locks

The warm glow of her skin

And hair clips that glitter in the waxing moon light

She speaks of people who will save her

And her spirits lift

He looks into her eyes and wonders

How can someone so…energetic

Have eyes the color of an angry sea

Each day he walks away

And each day he know that he still sees her color

Soon when he comes by to check

And place more orders

He lingers

Wanting to see colors

For just a little while longer

Outside of her cell

Colors bleed back to stagnant black and white

His words are not as harsh

As they are with the others

For she seems too fragile

He levees once again

And something grips his chest from the inside

Stirring where his heart should be

He waits stoically

For meal time to come

So there is a reason

To go to that cell

And be able to see again