He was standing on a bridge,on the bridge, their bridge almost certain he could hear laughter bubbling up from the dark water ,see a smile that never really was there except maybe in his memories. Imagined he could see forever in dark eyes ,dark as the bottom of the ocean he's never seen but imagine's from time to time to be comforting despite the cold black. He's never really been able to be sure what really happened and what he thought maybe might have been.
Images burned into his mind(wonder's if it's possible to see with his heart,feel's like his eye's are blind)That stained his blue blue eye's ,red and burning . When he let himself remember. Remembered more than he'd like,half convinced the red was trying to drive him mad,thinks the ocean eye's already have, not quite sure he should feel victorious about it or just furious about it and red red red. It's not so much that he hate's the red but that they dont belong together. Could be why he see's in orange, try's not to feel in red. Hope's if it came down to it orange could overthrough red,but know's better ,after all red is in the orange,in him,but so is he, yellow and shining like the sun.bold and loud ,not really comforting but tries and just does'nt fit anywhere. Except maybe in the dark.He's black and orange and hurting all over.
Thinks of what wakes him in the night his, their blood pounding red. He know's his demons by name, though the only on he care's to thinkof never called him by name,just dead and last . But he's alway's known he'll be the last ,only not what he'll be the last of, thinks it might be his blood,not that he minds, even he does'nt want to pass that on.
Thinks of pale skin and ebony hair ,lips that he thinks should be coldbut always made him think he would be burned alive, if he could be burned alive that is, fire had always been strangely comforting like he used to imagine it would feel to be embraced by someone who felt love for him not some confusing mix of hate and lust that bordered on affection but only ever amounted to possession.
He thought of spirals and rivals, how he was named for something he may as well been born with and how his rival had been born with everything he ever dreamed of but ended up losing most everything even himself. Sometimes thinks they could have saved one another remembers that they never really bothered.
He looks at the stars and thinks of the nature of promises,one's made for the sake of others because someone so beautiful should'nt cry Sakura. Tells himself he has forever wishes it was'nt true, thinks to himself maybe when he keeps his promise he can make black and orange beautiful too.
