Don't Speak
His shining eyes weren't as bright as before, as those past days where they would smile, laugh, play, kiss and love. The silent touch, the mute words spoken between them, the slow kiss that followed a playful allegro at their chambers. All gone. He had grown cold and away, what were hours of talking turned into instants that vanished as quickly as the death of a star, far away which left a deceiving light to taunt, a light that some beings would look up and wish upon, an illusion to fool the brokenhearted.
Purple looked at Red, while Red looked ahead, at the report he had in his tablet, at some snacks, at the levels of the ship, at the floor, at the ceiling, at the walls…but not at him. They were so close yet so far away, the gap was invisible but visible at the same time.
He opened his mouth to speak, but refrained, what good would come of it, he had tried that before, it had ended with icy responses from his coruler, as if they were nothing, it had ended abruptly, all that caring, breaths exchanged, loving stares thrown away as if they had been nothing, as one would throw an empty package of doughnuts.
Violet eyes wandered down, not at him, no, this was wrong, but he was silently giving up, everytime he tried to confront Red, he was received with dull answers like "What are you talking about?", "Nothing's wrong, I'm busy" or "Maybe you need some rest", those words were daggers, killing him slowly, had all been a dream? All those magical moments just vivid figments of his imagination, just repressed feelings popping out to the surface? The way those scarlet eyes had looked at him, the way they had spent hours talking on their bed, how they had held each other, the promises…everything not real?
He glided slowly to the door of the room they were in, a knot in his throat but the silence was killing him slowly yet brutally. He gave a last glance to Red, who was now typing on his computer, unaware that he had moved, that he was nearly breaking, that he was leaving. Purple sighed and left, trying his best not to look back again, or another part of him would crumble.