Everything was grey here.

The wide expanse of water, the thin border of sand at its edge, the rocky path I paced again and again - all colourless in the dull light of another overcast day. Another day spent wandering this bleak, wet crescent alone.

Every day I walked over the same grey stones, avoiding the same driftwood obstacles, looking out at the same monochrome view. Imposing cliffs and dark forests bordered the small beach like the walls of a prison cell. Dark, tree-topped islands rose out of the water against a backdrop of swirling clouds. In places it tried, but the light couldn't quite break through them. Everything was grey now.

Things used to be green.

A moss-carpeted forest streaking past me, the trees just a blur. A big white house nestled in a circle of towering cedars. A green meadow filled with wildflowers and bathed in buttery sunlight. Sunlight shattering off a beautiful face as though it were crystal. Cold hands that made my skin flush. Cold lips that made my lips burn.

Now it was just cold.

I clutched at the throbbing, empty space where my heart had once been.

In too much pain to walk anymore, I took my usual seat on the white driftwood tree - the bleached remains of something that once lived. I was almost as pale, almost as lifeless, now. Love had changed my heart beyond all recognition, and then it had ripped it from my chest.

They took the colour with them when they left.

I stood up and began to walk the length of my crescent confines once again. Colourless and empty. This was my life now.