This was written for badeprompts on tumblr.
Disclaimer: Since Bade broke up on Saturday, it's obviously not me who owns Victorious, but a cruel, heartbreaking man named Dan Schneider.
Black with Two Sugars
Black. Isn't black a beautiful color? Noble. Classic. Dark. Black always seems to be hiding something. There's a story behind it. It's deep. And so attracting. It makes you wonder. It makes you want to reveal all the secrets it holds.
Maybe it was this arcane color that caught your attention over three years ago. That is still holding you tight and that you can't let go. Because there is just no other color that can compare to black. This beautiful black.
It's her favorite color and everyone can see that. But nobody can tell what lies underneath all that black. Black makeup. Black clothes. Black soul? It's what everyone would think. But you know better. You're the one who got to see the black falling, vanishing, until there was only her left. You saw through her walls like they were made of glass. Transparent, and also fragile. Just one wrong word, one wrong move, and she would be hiding behind her curtains of black again, secrets untold.
One of the secrets you stumbled across during those three years is that - despite popular belief - Jade West is not all black. In fact, that's not even really a secret and the truth is not far to seek. People are just too afraid or dumb (or both) to see that every morning, when she gets her black coffee, she puts two sugars in it.
Two sugars. A hint of sweetness. Tiny little white grains in an ocean of black.
It makes you chuckle to think of how much the way she likes her coffee represents her personality. You won't see the sugar in black coffee, but you will taste it once you are brave enough to try it despite the apparent bitterness.
Sugar alone is too sweet, black coffee too bitter. It's the mixture of both that makes it so good and irresistible.
Black is a beautiful color.
But it needs something to contrast with.
And your life is missing it right now. The contrast. The black. Her. It's empty. The sweetness is gone. There's only bitterness. And you are so desperate to have her back.
But all that's left is a faint memory of the taste of her bittersweet lips on yours and your desperate attempts to recall all those happy days and months and years, while you sip on your coffee. Black with two sugars.
Definitely not one of my best works. I wanted to write some fluff, but I was so depressed because of the Bade breakup that this was all I could manage :T Sorry.
Happy Valentine's Day!