Title: Colors
Author: KSchmidt
Disclaimer: All rights belong not to me, but Saban and Disney and whoever else they belong to.
Author's note: Reviews welcome and appreciated!!!
Colors.
There are millions of them.
Different shades.
Endless combinations, but always composed of two others.
Except for three. The primary colors. Red. Blue. Yellow.
She loved colors. She had too, it was part of her job, but there were two colors she never used in any of her creations. They held too many memories. Good and bad.
She remembered a time when colors had little meaning to her.
Red was simply the color of a rose.
Yellow, a banana.
Blue, the sky.
Black, the little dress in her closet.
Green, her garden.
White, the clouds.
And pink, pink was her favorite.
That's all changed.
She still loves her colors, but they all mean something different now.
Red has become the color of the innocents they never got to save.
Yellow is the fading of the bruise on her ribs from yesterday's battle.
Blue is the color of the eyes of her successor in all things held dear to her heart.
Black is the scorch marks that can be found all around her hometown.
Green represented evil in the scariest form imaginable.
White is heartbreak.
And pink…she never used pink anymore.
It was one of those colors. The ones she never used. It represented so much pain and anguish, so much happiness and joy. She can't handle pink anymore, for pink was innocence that was never quite lost until it mixed with just a smidge of blue. Then it became lavender.
The other color.
Lavender was all wrong. Lavender was unintentional heartbreak. Lavender was her betrayal and her evil. Lavender was unforgivable.
There are infinite number of colors. She uses most of them in her collections. A red skirt to go with the white top. A blue and green plaid purse. A yellow pair of heels to go with the little black dress she recreated.
But never those colors. Never again.
They were too much. Too much love, too much hope, too much loss.
Someone noticed once. The lack of her color. She looked at them with the smile that doesn't reach her eyes, hadn't in years, and told them that if they looked closely her color was still there.
Colors.
There are millions of them.
Different shades.
Endless combinations, but always composed of two others.
What happens when you mix the colors of a red skirt and a white top?
That's where you'll find her color. She hasn't quite let go.