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
