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Colour
"You're black." She stated simply out of no where after a long stretch of thoughtful silence. She had a habit of doing that it would seem to him.
"Hmm?" he turned to her out of his revere to give her the attention she demanded once again.
"I said your black." She was very frank about her delivery, as if what she said needed no explanation; unfortunately a great deal of the time she made little to no sense.
"I'm afraid I don't understand." At least moments like this when pressed to explain one often gets to see that there is quite the intuitive mind behind that childish mask; he hoped that this would be one of those times.
She drew a heavy sigh before choosing to explain her method of madness. "What do you think of when I say the word black? Avoid race, please."
He pursed his lips and looked at her expectantly. Let her explain this for once instead of making him run around in circles searching for an inane answer.
"Well?" she pressed him again. "Go on, tell what do you think when I say 'Black'?"
Fine, "Darkness."
"Okay, but what else?"
"Just tell me, Heather." He didn't skip on the annoyance in his tone, and judging by the roll of her eyes she had picked up the message: don't fuck around with me right now.
She heaved another sigh. "Alright, symbolically speaking, when I hear the word black I envision a deadly assassin. I also think of how death is patient, it waits on the edges of daylight in the forgotten corners, until it is time when it can cover everything in velvety darkness. Black is the absence of colour, it is change, it is rebirth, it is death. And you, my friend, are black."
He had to admit that there certainly was method to her madness. He thought of his life and personality and he had to admit that it did sound like him when she described it that way. But that left him wondering about certain things.
"So, what is everyone else?"
She cocked her head to the side quizzically, "Including me?"
"Hmm, yes." Why not indulge her?
Her answer left him wondering even more, though at the same time it solved everything.
"Why, I'm colour of course."
A/N: Be a dear and help an aspiring writer to become better at what she loves by reviewing.