COLOURLESS

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Duke entered his house. It was an absolute mess. For sixty years, him and his wife of half that time had been running the sole winery in Mineral Town, their small but prosperous village. No matter what the occasion was, it seemed he never even had a single second to clean up.

Not for sixty years.

He didn't need a clean or dirty room to find the letter addressed to him sitting on the kitchen table. After quickly rushing over to it, he tore it open and eagerly read what was written on the pink scented piece of paper.

Dear my beautiful husband,

I'm sorry... but... I have to fulfill my dream. At this point I'm just dying to get out and do something wild. I know my actions are probably going to worry you out of your pants, but again, my head is just spinning like a carousel on a broken record player. From the bottom of my heart, I promise you that I will return with my body and soul... alive. I know I'm alive, but... not the way that you see it. The way that I see it.

My tendency to ramble is definitely starting to get out of control. Before I go, I must tell you this one thing: don't think of this as abandonment. I love you more than anything else in the world. Even more than the smell of fresh coffee right from the pot. You really have to know that. As long as I am looking for something that I have yet to find, my love for you will always be bigger than the world we live in.

You're never too precious. You're never bland or boring. You're full of life, wit and the colour of purity.
I'll always be here with you. Never forget that, never do.

Your beautiful wife,
Manna

Duke put down the letter.

Twenty-nine years, nine months, two weeks, six days, fifteen hours, forty-three minutes, eighteen seconds and three nano-seconds later... reality had hit. Even though Duke and Manna had been married for so long, it seemed as though they both knew this day would one day come.

Making his way over to his mailbox, Duke said to himself, "If this is what she wants, then this is what she gets. I trust she will find what she is looking for, and once she does, I will be looking forward to her return... even if I do not know when that will be. She could return and I could be lying lifeless on the floor."

You're never bland or boring. You're full of life, wit and the colour of purity.

"Does this mean I could technically be dead but alive when she returns?" the winery master asked himself. He looked at the ceiling. "Of course I can... I may no longer be alive on this earth... but I will always be alive in her heart. When she comes to heaven, only then will we be able to kiss and feel the warmth of each other once again."

He put the letter down on the table. "People are the colour of purity. That is the colour of eternity," he told himself. "You not be colourless."

The letter would never be read again.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I just had to write a one-shot that involved Duke and Manna. This was my best, so I hope you liked it!
Thank you for reading, beloved fan!