-PROLOGUE -
I'm sure you've lived, at least once in your lifetime, one of those amazing days when the sun seems to shine much brighter than it usually does.
You remember them as the shortest yet longest days you've ever lived. And you feel your heart getting warmer at the memory, and you just can't forget the saturated colors that color those remembrances as the most beautiful of paintings. You remember people's voices, which are even sweeter than the softest melodies you've ever heard, and their scent. These are the days you live for, the memories you would never delete.
But there are also those days you want to erase, remove from your brain, and you would do anything to forget about them (you would even take Matrix blue pill). And every color seems to discolor, even red becomes paler, and everything turns black and white.
Stacie rememebers the day her world seemed to fall apart, one of those awful days she absolutely wants to forget.
It was a Saturday morning, and she was very happy: her cat had given birth to four cute kittens the day before, and she was incredibly excited about that.
She was taking care of them just as a mom does with her babies, when she heard someone knocking at the door.
She listlessy stood up and yelled "I'm coming" as she walked towards the entrance.
She took a moment to tie her hair in a ponytail, and slowly lowered her hand on the doorknob, wondering who could be knocking at 9 a.m.
When she finally opened the door, she found a very upset Chloe standing in front of her.
She could see from her face that something was wrong (oh so wrong).
Her eyes streamed with tears and her voice trembled as she spoke. "Stacie, I'm moving" she said, and that was the moment Stacie frowned and stared at her girlfriend, unable to underdstand what the redhead had just said.
"What does it mean that you are moving? Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not" she said, crying even louder and putting her arms around Stacie's neck.
She sobbed for a while, and Stacie couldn't help but stare at her, not being able to process the redhead's words.
After a few minutes, she eventually spoke up "Okay Chloe, now stop and please tell me this is a joke." That could not be true.
Her girlfriend just sobbed and whispered something Stacie couldn't get. She was getting more and more worried every second. "Speak louder, Chloe" she ordered.
The redhead mumbled and her arms soon left Stacie's neck. She slowly lifted her head to look straight into the brunette's eyes and opened her mouth a few times before actually saying something "I'm moving" she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady "This is not a joke, Stacie"
And these words were like a death sentence for the brunette. She stared at her sobbing girlfriend, and felt her own vision becoming more and more blurred as the sense of Chloe's words was getting clearer and clearer to her.
Her girlfriend, her best friend, her love, her whole world, was leaving her. Where was she going? When was she leaving? Why were they destined to part?
But her mind focused on the most important thing. Chloe. She was desperately crying in front of her and she hadn't been doing anything to comfort her yet.
"Come here" she said, gesturing the redhead to step inside. She did, and Stacie closed the door behind them. She took Chloe's hand and led her to the couch, sitting on it and patting on the cushion beside her.
As Chloe sat down, Stacie put her arms around her and held her girlfriend tight, as if she wanted to keep together those pieces she knew were falling apart. "Hey, hey don't you cry, my love" she whispered in the redhead's ear as she played with her red locks. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise"
Chloe lifted her head from her girlfriend's shoulder and looked at her. "You promise?" She asked.
Stacie could not help but drown into those blue eyes, which were way too red for tears. Her girlfriend. Such a beautiful creature. She decided, she swore to herself that she was not going to let anything hurt the redhead. Like never again. "I do" she said, catching the redhead's lips in a soft kiss.