First SadStuck so please be gentle!
A few words can describe what you're feeling. Guilt. Pain. Anger. The list goes on and on.
You look down at your blood stained hands, shuttering as you look at all of the colors.
So many colors. Mostly Blue and Green. The worst color on your hands is a copper brown. The color makes your stomach churn. You rub your hands furiously against your pants, but it won't come off. It stays there mocking you.
The body the blood belongs to lays lifeless beside you. Indigo tears well up in your eyes as you drag the body onto your lap.
Gently caressing the face of the dead troll, you plant a kiss on his forehead. Your legs feel numb. The rest of your body to. You don't do anything for ten minutes straight, but running your hands through a soft, silky Mohawk of the dead troll.
You look at the face of the troll once more. For some odd reason you smile. Then it hits you.
He's gone, you think. But he was and will always be mine.